Being a tiny Hillbilly in the late 60’s and a mid size Billy in the 70’s, I would dread going to the Doc’s office when I was sick. That is due to one cold hard, glass fact…temperature checks via the poop chute! Now days, the friggin’ nurse runs a wand over your forehead. What a major difference! Nothing like a little child abuse to get a temp reading in the day. My doc says that in my case, there ain;t much difference between what is sitting on my neck, and what I am currently sitting on!