A few weeks ago I told how I had taken an enema and things just didn't go right because I was not able to take even half the bag without starting to leak and having an unbelievable urge to expel. It was one of those times when I really felt that I had failed Enemas 101!
Well, Monday morning this week after my husband and I had headed to an out-of-town wedding which resulted in eating and drinking too much and spending too much time in the car, I just needed to unwind. As soon as he left the house I got out the enema bag, made myself two good soapy quarts, put on some Mozart, and retreated to the bathroom. Thinking that I was going to be there for a while, I also brought along a book to read while filling. I laid down on a fluffy towel that had been placed on the bathroom floor, assumed the Simms position and began the enema. I notched the clamp back about half way and turned to my book, one of those travel books that told of the best places to stay and what to see in Ireland, a place that my husband and I always wanted to visit. As I got engrossed in the book I continued to fill ever so slowly. There was a slight feeling of warmth but certainly no feeling of pressure or cramps. I must have read a good 30+ pages when I finally looked up and saw that the bag was lying flat against the wall--my guess is that 30+ pages had to have been at least 30 minutes since when I had started. Since the book was in the midst of describing the Ring of Kerry and not wanting to be interrupted, I only shut the clamp, but kept the nozzle inserted as I continued to read.
Now in the meantime the clock is still ticking and that two quarts of enema was still churning away. Finally, and now I have no idea of how long it took, I decided to remove the nozzle, move onto the toilet, and expel. Being upright I just let gravity do its thing. Small wave after small wave of enema exited from my body. I continued to read the book as I continued to empty. Finally, when I was done I realized that I had had an amazingly good cleaning out. It was also one of the slowest enemas that I ever recall having and that's when my memory went back to some of that early advice from Marlene, one of my longest time friends online, "It's an enema, not a race, so take your time and enjoy it!" or words to that effect. When I finally came out of the bathroom, I checked the clock and, yes, I had taken nearly one and a half hours from prep to cleanup. That has to be a record.