In the dark recesses of my mind, I remember as a child in primary school in the early 60s all us kids, girls and boys lining up to get our treble injections,
I went through that in the '60s too - but don't recall it being very traumatic, but your post reminds me more, of the almost factory-like processing that I went through as a raw recruit at RAF Swinderby in Lincs between November and December of 1977.
We'd already had to queue and pay £1 for a haircut whether we needed it or not (one lad had a very sharp crew-cut and still had to be processed!)
We also had to queue for kitting out at the so-called 'tailors' where a brief measuring of anatomy for hat; shoes; trousers; shirts; jumpers sizes etc was done. We had to balance all the clobber in our arms and walk en-masse back to the barrack accomodation, dropping much of it on the way,
Although we'd all had a formal medical exam before joining up, we all had to have a series of jabs, and I recall a long queue of us, sleeves rolled up at the ready, being herded along in the factory-like process.
We arrived at four medics, and a doctor; a jab in each forearm, a jab in each shoulder and a small cut in one ear-lobe for a blood sample. (We were told to massage our right ear-lobes as we queued as it would hurt less!)
Nobody spoke, and several actually passed-out as they got to the jabs.
I was a little anxious, but I just fought it, telling myself there are far worse things and that this was 'nothing'. I just tried not to think about something else and went through unscathed.
However later on that day we had PE which involved running over high level benches on a swing-out wall-mounted climbing-frame - how nobody fell off was surprising - many of us felt very ill weak and our arms quite swollen red and sore, and a feeling of feverishness including myself. :yuck:
I've no idea what jabs we actually had but it was rumoured one was for yellow fever, so could have been that making me feel like utter crap