Vacation plans got torpedoed by the ‘Rona earlier this summer. Last month I decided we were going to do something to salvage our getting-away-from-it-all plans. I booked a two bedroom cabin in the Cascades for the week. It offered isolation, rural charm and a fully equipped kitchen. Smoke pollution, rain and fog were provided at no additional charge. We had a great time.
Enemas were, um, a bit of a challenge. I had assembled a travel enema kit earlier in the year and only got to test it out under actual conditions once (out of town funeral). That was a motel room and dear wifey was kind enough to hold up the enema bag for me. I choose (wisely) to pack a closed top “combo” bag to use instead of one of my many open top models. What with filling, positioning and whatnot, the closed system removed the potential for accidental spills.
Initially, way back when, I bought individual packets of lube and soap to include in the kit. The lube was a bust, too thick and too not slippery to be of any practical use. The Castile soaps were a bit too strong for my liking, and having an oopsy under remote conditions was not a happy thought. I finally found a two ounce bottle of Dr. Bronner’s soap to include, so that was taken care of. I settled on a four ounce tube of Wicked Jelle for the lube. That product seems to be closest to Maximus lube, my favorite which is presently not available. An empty plastic water bottle for measuring and filling rounded out the kit. Of course there were disposable bed pads for safety in the kit.
The cabin bedroom had handy coat pegs to hold the enema bag near enough to the bed to be suitable for my needs. My first enema was akin to a Carol Burnett comedy skit. I wasn’t in my usual position. The bag was on the “wrong” side. I had placed the lube on the wrong side and the wrong end of the bed. Forget the timer, it was beyond reach once I started the enema. I typically waggle the hose towards the end of the enema to see if the silicone bag is completely drained. I started to do this for this enema and quickly realized that if I jostled the near empty bag too much it would slip off the coat peg. Fortunately luck was with me.
Everything came out okay once I figured out how to get off the bed from the not usual position I was in.
I did discover that the peg adjacent to the bathtub was loose when I draped the tubing over it so it could dry.
All in all a good trip and I think I have travel enemas under control.