I'm a guy. When I was 14 I stayed home for school because I was sick. My Mom called the doctor, who told her to take my temperature; if I had a fever, come to see him, if not, wait another day.
As my Mom was shaking down the (oral) thermometer, she accidentally hit it against the sink and broke it. I thought nothing of it until she came in my room with another thermometer and a jar of Vaseline. I kept thinking "you can't plan on doing what I think you're going to do." I just about died of embarrassment when she said "pull your underware down and roll over." That was the longest 3 minutes of my life. But it got worse.
Apparently I had a fever and she took me to the Dr., who prescribed SUPPOSITORIES. Three times over the next 2 days I suffered.
I don't recall how long it was before I could look my Mom in the face again.