what & when was your first visit to Doctors that you remember ?

Polio jab in the late 1950s, I can see now the doctor's surgery, lots of wooden cupboards with pre-cut plasters hanging off them! There was also a massive queue outside waiting for their jabs.

Another ancient thread revived? Why?

The doctor was called out to me at home one evening when I was about 5yrs old, this would have been a rarity. I had severe very painful earache, and was crying with pain. I don't remember what was given to me but I slept that night and the pain eventually eased off.

I think I was about 5 when I had measles, I hated going to the doctors. he usually came to see his patients , and he would come back to see them till they were on the mend,no appointments needed then. Malt and cod liver oil,Minadex
I liked the malt,but without the C O D.

I can’t remember ever going to the drs as a child. Mam was a nurse so she looked after me and dad.

What stories on here! Tho I've only read through the first page as have a busy morning ahead. I didn't get any lotions or potions when I was wee.

The first visit I remember to the doctors was when I was 8 or 9 . I was at the tattie picking and sat down 'on my hunkers' next to the farmers collie dog who turned and bit me on the side of my face.
My big sister came with me and we were taken home by the farmer in his car. We got Mum and drove 3 miles to the doctor.

I can't remember feeling particularly traumatised. Just crying cos I had blood going in my eyes. But maybe my sister would tell a different story. My face was cleaned up and I left the surgery with lots of Elastoplast all over it.

The best bit was going home with a tin of mixed fruit and a tub of real Italian ice cream from our local shop. A real treat.

The worst bit was having to have all the sticky Elastoplast taken off my face. Luckily we got a bottle of Zoff which smelled revolting but worked a treat.

I was none the worse. The 3 bite wounds had missed my eye and am just left with barely noticeable scars. I went back to the tatties the next day but didn't sit next to the dog again. TBH I shouldn't have sat down next to him in the first place.

I had Scarlet Fever when I was eight and remember the GP coming to the house as I seemed to be too ill to leave my bed. It was just before Christmas and I was disappointed to miss the school nativity play in which I was due to sing a solo.

We had just moved house and the GP decided I was run down through the stress of possibly changing schools so recommended I stay at my village primary school even though it entailed a bus ride each day. Good advice as I remained there and passed the eleven plus when the time came.

Polio vaccine. I remember the Doctor sitting me on his knee.

15 year old thread!!

I absolutely loved Viral I would eat a jar full now if it was around couldn’t stand the cod liver oil
I don’t know when I first went to the doctors I do remember him coming to me when I was 7 mum had gone on the one and only holiday she ever had, with her cousin, I was at Nans and of course became ill !! I had Scarlet fever I guess that’s not around now as I ve never heard of it for years
I remember being taken once because I was a poor sleeper can’t remember how old I was but I remember mum saying I always wanted a hot water bottle, summer and winter and the doc said ‘well let her have one’ ( I still do )

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isthis, I was a bit confused about whether or not it was NHS. My dad was willing to pay, and the consultant saw me in the consulting room in his own home but the op was in NHS Glasgow Royal Infirmary (with a fine view of the Necropolis) and dad never got a bill. Those were the days.

First visit I remember I was about 3/4. I was running away from my Mother (I had done something naughty) and fell and cut my head. I remember it because the Doctor sent my Mum out of the room and questioned me about what had happened. Apparently he was checking if she had hit me (this was 60 years ago so I think that would have been unusual for the time).

I also remember being taken for an injection (can't remember which one), my Mother had me on her lap and I was crying and struggling, Mum held me down whilst a nurse tried to keep my arm still while the Doctor actually gave the injection. To this day I still don't like needles!!

annodomini that sounds horribly traumatic (large breast lump at 17 etc) but sometimes our NHS does work brilliantly well doesn't it? After all you're still with us! Assuming this was NHS.

My first actual visit to (as opposed to visit from) the doctor was when I found a large lump on my breast at the age of 17. Then it was a consultant the very next day and the op the day after. Non-malignant, thank goodness, and I managed to miss our house move while I was in hospital.

It wasn't my first visit. My early years were riven with unending tonsillitis until i had the darn things out. And chilblains!

But when I was about 8 or 9 I fell in the garden and got a big nasty splinter of wood under the veins in my wrist. Where is started to go very nasty, inflamed, pus-filled etc.

I was at my Nan's (which is odd as I had the fall in my home garden 140 miles away. So in the middle of this I must have gone on a family holiday trip to my Nan's). I was taken to the local Cottage Hospital (Leatherhead, Surrey or maybe Epsom) where the Nurse squirted ether on my wrist and attacked inexpertly with a scalpel.

The sharp blade grated on my wrist bone. I can still feel the sensation, plus the smell of the ether. Aaaaagh.

I think the ether was to numb the wrist with cold. Pretty darn crude. I still am near-phobic of injections, needles, having blood taken. I always fear the metal needle will grate on my bone again!

NO Deedaa the cod liver oil capsules were vile! In fact I don't think we had capsules. Didn't the stuff just come in a rectangular bottle with a metal screw cap? You drank it from a teaspoon. Surely no capsules in them days. "You were lucky. We lived in a crack in the road and ate lard ......"

The orange juice was very welcome. Great stuff. But a strange bright orange colour (can't have been its natural colour) and eye-wateringly sweet. I'm amazed it did anyone any good but it much have done!

I've mentioned it before though. Virol, that was what we really loved!

Minadex was lovely, and the bottles of orange juice we used to get from the clinic. I used to love chewing up the cod liver oil capsules we were given - what an odd child!

Gally I can remember Minadex, I loved it, I remember it was green and in a tall bottle. You can still buy it I think, or at least you could when my kids were little.

I was about 4 or 5 & I remember that because I was prone to nose bleeds I had blood vessels in my nose cauterised: OUCH!!!

In 1950 we were about to go to Egypt as my father was in the RAF. I was three and I'll never forget having all the necessary jabs. Boy, did my arm hurt.

When I was 3 I had whooping cough and the doctor came to the house to give me injections. My dad had to come home from work to hold me down as mother couldn't do it. This was pre National Health Service and had to be paid for. I do remember the injections and Dad was always in a rush because he had to get back to work.
We used to have cod liver oil and malt. I loved it. It was the nearest thing to toffee.

I don't remember ever going to the doctor, he always seemed to come to me so I suppose it must have been for measles and such. What I do remember is the embarrassment of standing in line at school, stripped down to vest and knickers to be measured and have vaccinations. And then there was the nit nurse. She was rough.

My first memory is being taken for a routine check up when I was about 3 or 4. I refused to let the doctor near me when I felt how cold his stethoscope was and my notes had the single comment "Screamed, and refused to be examined" My mother was furious because she thought that a decent doctor should have been able to cope with a small child, but the comment followed me round for years.

Carolb I enjoyed the weekly syrup of figs! I don't know if it did any good only giving it once a week though. If you hadn't had a poo for a whole week I would think you would need a darn sight more than syrup of figs to get you going!
This was from a mother who thought fibrous food gave you tummy ache!