While we spend most of the summer at the lake cottage, there are some times when we like to check on our house down in Pennsylvania. A couple of days late last week was one of those occasions when I accompanied my husband. We drove down on Thursday and along the way I got to thinking how much a good enema would be welcome. Over the summer I have really liked using my enema can, but at home I would have to revert to our combination syringe. That's OK because I have taken and given lots of enemas with it, so no big deal.
There is just something exciting about making an enema in a bag. I don't know if it is because it takes longer to assemble the equipment or the smell of the rubber, but it is just different. It was a lazy afternoon, my husband had gone to Home Depot for whatever, I prepared myself an enema, and decided to take it lying on my back in the bathtub, which is not a usual location for me. I got undressed, spread a big towel in the tub because I knew how cold it would be on my back, got in, and proceeded to take the enema. I only got a little less than half of the bag in when I started to leak around the nozzle and had an awful need to just expel. How I was able to remove the nozzle, get out of the tub and onto the toilet without incident is beyond me, but I did. The expulsion was OK, but really not up to par, so I returned to the tub to take the rest. I barely finished taking the bag when I had another urgent need. What was going on here.
Still not satisfied after expelling this, I made another whole bag of just warm water. Finally, that went in with no problem and I was able to retain it for several minutes. What an ordeal. I've never had that happen before. When my husband came home and asked what I had been doing, my only reply was "not much"