My dad went through a medical emergency late this past Saturday night (11/21). He had prepared dinner for he and his companion/girlfriend and was placing the dinner tray on a rolling walker to take it into the TV room when he suddenly lost strength and control on his right side. Fortunately, he was able to settle himself down on the kitchen floor without injuring himself further and he correctly deduced that he had just suffered a stroke. By the time the paramedics arrived, some of the symptoms were beginning to subside and they thought it might be a TIA. Once at the hospital, it was discovered that he had a small bleed from a blood vessel deep in the brain. By the time they were ready to admit him for observation and further tests, many of the initial symptoms had resolved themselves. The good news is that it seems to be a limited leakage from a blood vessel. My dad usually has low blood pressure rather than high (although it was quite high when he first arrived at the hospital, it has mostly returned to its typical low values.
This forms the backdrop for all the various notification of family members and friends. And one of the people I notified is my ex-wife since she is the mother of my son and my dad's grandson. I had already notified my son of what had happened and what was going on, and I wanted her to find out from me, rather than him. Since we are only a few days different in age, we are both in the high risk age group for COVID-19. And she has her own issues to deal with as her current husband is in a long-term care facility having suffered some sort of brain event himself several years ago. Her ability to see him has been very limited by the COVID virus, but she does talk to him most days.
I haven't talked with my ex-wife in months (since the end of May 2020 as a matter of fact) and I initially texted her a message to let her know the basics of what had happened. I was planning to call her yesterday morning when she called me. Unfortunately, it was a three-ring circus around here yesterday morning and I could give her only a brief update and told her that we could talk later once I got a bit of a break. Finally, things did settle down and I called her back. I got her voicemail and left her a message that things had finally calmed down around here and to give me a call when she got a chance. I knew that she had planned to pick up groceries that she had ordered at her local grocery store, but I figured that she was probably back from that by the time I called. I didn't hear from her immediately and moved on to other things.
I knew what the next steps were going to be for my dad by midafternoon and I was really wanting to wind down after about 36 hours of stress. Although running helped on Sunday evening, I couldn't get too far from home in the event I needed to be back at home and on the phone in case things took a turn for the worse. The enema I took after the run while listening to "space music" did help me relax, but the knowledge of the improvement of my dad's condition was what helped reduce the stress.
Now, I've written in this blog about a recurring dream that I continue to have from time to time about my ex-wife and I being physically involved again. It is always somewhere in the indistinct future and always involves an unidentified condominium (that I know in detail) and always involved my running of a nearby race which she came to see me run. But its not only that we get physically involved but that we discover that we share an enjoyment of enemas...and the dreams always involve a particular "set of scenes" that have only minor variations from each dream that I remember.
So, as things quieted down yesterday afternoon and I had some time to relax alone, I decided that I wanted to enjoy the pleasure of a nice big nozzle inserted into my rectum and a nice warm isotonic saline enema flowing into me to relax me. I thought about putting my headphones on to enjoy some music while being filled and holding the enema but decided against that. With the bag prepared, I inserted my SNCMAX-3 because of its filling and sealing characteristics and then settled down on the toilet to allow the enema to slowly fill me.
I opened the clamp to allow the initial flow of cooled liquid in the hose and the inline Higginson pump to flow into me and then slowed the flow to approximately 1/3rd the full flow rate and enjoyed the warmth flowing from the top of my rectum and into my Sigmoid colon. As the contrast between cool and warm liquid moved out of my Sigmoid and started up my descending colon, the temperature difference was becoming less distinct and indicated that the liquid was mixing in my colon. My phone rang about 3-4 minutes into the enema and the ID indicated it was my ex-wife.
I answered the phone. She asked if I was busy and if I could talk. I told her that I was "just taking a break" and that I could talk (without indicating that I had a rather large nozzle in my ass and there was a bag hanging above me to deliver 3.6 liters of warm saline solution). I gave her the latest update on my dad as the liquid flowed into me. After giving her my update, I asked how her family was doing and I sat there and listened to the various challenges that COVID-19 has presented to her and her family. The bag emptied into me while we were talking and the check valves in the Higginson pump only allowed the liquid to flow into me. I quietly gave the pump three squeezes to empty the contents into my colon and held the contents until we ended our conversation after 34 minutes.
I did give more than a passing thought to the idea of telling her that I was taking a nice,, large enema. But I withheld that fact. It wasn't quite the sharing of enemas that I have literally dreamed of. Nor was it a matter of fact sharing of enemas that I experience here, but it was quite erotic (for me) to know that I was taking one while chatting with her on the phone. After I hung up, I pulled the nozzle out and released the contents while being more relaxed than I had been. The images display my insertion of the nozzle prior to the call, the view of the bag from my perch on the toilet, and me relaxing while taking the bag and the phone was on speaker mode.
Maybe one day I will, indeed, share these thoughts with her, but this was not the day.