One of the things I mention in my Zity profile is how many people misunderstand our love for enemas. They see them as arcane and outdated medical procedures that are just simply gross. But they would be wrong. They are good for far more than the obvious.
Hubby and I are on day five of our evacuation from our coastal Carolina home as a result of Hurricane Florence. The good news is we are staying with close friends about 150 miles inland and their hospitality has been absolutely wonderful. To take in two former neighbors for the duration of this hellish nightmare is, indeed, what true friendship is all about.
That said, I cannot recall a time when I have wanted an enema so badly! Heck, not just one enema, but a whole days worth! My desire to wash away the tension and anxiety that has built up over the past week when we first heard that Florence could hit our home community as a Category 4 hurricane and we had to leave.
With my enema gear securely inside our home and me away with the bare necessities, it has only served to heighten my appetite for an infusion of warm salted water.
I suppose it is a matter that absence makes the heart grow fonder…and the fact that you want something you can’t have makes it even more of an obsession! Hopefully, as the flood waters recede and the roads reopen, we'll be able to return home later this week. We heard from a neighbor who is a first responder that our home survived intact. Power was restored this morning and I can't wait to get home.
But who am I to complain?
There are literally thousands who have lost so much over the past four days. Materially, they have lost possessions and in many cases livelihoods. Still others have lost far more, their lives. Thankfully their numbers are remarkably few. Let’s hope it stays that way.
In the days ahead, recovery will come and life will get back to a predictable monotony that will be so welcome. And even this ol’ enema deprived klismo will find that joy that comes from indulgence in a procedure not everyone understands.