This is really a true story...
When I was in 2nd grade, about age 7, I caught the chicken pox and ended up staying at the hospital for having a fever. It must have been really high because I was told I had to stay the night for whatever reason. I remember freaking out at first, but as long as my mom was there, it wasn't that bad. My mom undressed me down to my underwear, and put a hospital gown on me, and I pretty much lied down there most of the night and drank whatever the heck they were giving me. Most of it tasted like syrup, and they gave my mom some lotion to rub on my skin to help with the itching.
It was a pretty uneventful experience.
That changed in the morning however, when a friend of my mom, a Jamaican woman, named Linda, had come in to the hospital to stay with me. I've never met this lady before, but my mom told me she'd be back after work, and didn't want me to be alone. I cried for a little while, but the lady seemed nice enough. My mother must have made arrangements with the doctors on duty, because this lady became my guardian for the rest of my stay there.
Most of the day went by without a hitch, although the doctors took blood from me many times for some odd reason. It must have been 5 or 6 times they'd inject me and pull some blood from me for “tests.” I was one of those brave kids that really didn't care about getting an injection (or two, or three...) and I complied. Linda held my hand and rubbed my face whenever it happened.
Then a nurse came into the room and asked Linda a few questions about me, and specified that they needed a urine sample. She said she'd take care of it and said she'd bring it over after she got it. Linda told me she was going to get some water and then take me to the bathroom to pee-pee in a bottle for the doctor.
I really honestly, didn't think anything of it, after all she was treating me with the most kindness I could imagine. After waiting for a minute she came back with a cup of water and told me to drink it down. Thinking about it today, there is no way that drinking a cup of water would turn into pee so fast. Must have been to trick my young mind into going to pee mode.
After I drank it down, Linda did as she promised. She took me off the bed, put my slippers on, and then took me to the bathroom. From there she told me to wait while she washed her hands, then stood me up near the toilet while she bent down on her knees. She told me that I needed to fill the bottle with pee, to give it to the doctor. I heard the doctor say it had to happen so I complied. She opened the toilet bowl up and had me stand facing her, with my bottom facing the toilet. She then took my pants down, then my underwear. My shirt was long so it kept my privates hidden, so she asked me to lift my shirt up.
She then commented about how bad my chicken pox was, and said something along the lines like “poor baby” or something like that. Then she said to stand there and let her know when I had to pee. When I was ready, she grabbed my penis and pointed it down into the bottle. Sure enough the bottle started to fill rapidly, and she said she was going to squeeze down to stop it when it was almost full.
When it got to that point, she did squeeze down, and stopped the pee, to some minor discomfort to myself. She then put the cup down on the sink with one hand, while the other one held me from emptying my bowels. She then pointed me to the toilet and said to finish up. When I was done, I picked up my pants and went back to the bed as instructed. Linda capped the bottle and took it out to give to the nurse. When she came back, I was already in bed. Linda had asked to see my body to see how bad the chicken pox had spread across my body. First she opened my shirt, and saw the mess, then pulled up the leg of my pants and finally pulled my underwear down with her fingers to take a look at my privates. The only problem was, as she parted my skin to see between the thighs, I started to get a little kid boner.
It's one of those boners that's not really hard, but causes movement...and she noticed. She must have not have any tact, because she immediately commented on it. She asked me if I liked that she was checking my thing, and I was unsure of what to say. I had no idea what a boner was, and honestly, never thought about any adult seeing me naked was something to be ashamed about. She grabbed my foreskin and told me that this thing will get me in trouble one day if I don't learn to control it better.
She then grabbed some lotion and rubbed it on my entire genital area and asked me if it felt any better. I still maintained a semi-erection through the whole thing, and she kept saying the poor baby's thing is so infected.
I was eventually released later that day with my mom and Linda discussing how my thing had so many bumps on it, with Linda saying how I had 2 bumps right on the tip. I would probably have died if they talked about something like that when I was just a little bit older, but it was so innocent then.
At home, my mom had told me to go bathe and then come into the bedroom, with Linda still there. My sister was also in the room, just dressed from when she took a bath just a few minutes before. As I had my towel around my waist, my mom told me to lie down on the bed, and opened the towel so she can rub lotion and check my body.
Sure enough, the first thing they looked at was my penis, and my mother noticed the two pimples on the edge. She pulled my foreskin back, and, having a mole on the head of my penis, it became a quick source of conversation for them. My sister watched on, but she was for the most part uninterested. I remember Linda saying, “at least inside the skin is nice and clean.”
My mother then rubbed lotion inside my thighs, backside and genital area and told me to put my underwear and go play with my sister.
I'd have about a week or so where Linda babysat me and my sister throughout that week, and although I didn't think much of it then, I think my favorite part was when she bathed me and my sister together. She was always much more affectionate with me and I enjoyed it a lot.
It's funny how these moments were maybe a few minutes tops, but the memories can last forever.