I woke up about 6 on my own that morning. I had to pee really bad, but when I went to the bathroom, I could hear Gram in there already. From the sounds I could hear, it was apparent that she too enjoyed an enema every so often. She heard me outside and said that she would be a little longer. I couldn't wait and stood by the door and flooded the diaper. Thank goodness I was wearing it. Gram came out about 20 minutes later, I had laid back down on my bed. She came into my room wearing just a robe (she was usually always dressed) and said that I could have my turn. I told her it was too late. She said - oh - with an understanding smile and said she would be right back. She came in with a wet wash cloth and a pad.

After slipping the pad under me, she untapped my diaper and started wiping me. There was a fair amount of the greasy stuff left on me, so she went and got the mineral oil again and rubbed that on to break up the desitin and Vaseline. Once that was wiped away, she led me into the bath to finish the clean up. I suddenly realized that since I had been there, I had not taken my own bath. Gram had bathed me every day. I also noticed that the enema bag that was usually laid on the counter top, was still hanging from the bar near the toilet. She noticed my look and said - everyone benefits from an enema from time to time.

After my bath she dried me and led me back to my bedroom. This time, she came back with only one of the nightshirts. She said that I didn't have to wear a diaper unless I felt like I was going to have an accident. We both agreed that I would be OK that day. I spent all day in just the shirt. My stomach felt better and my bottom was not sore anymore either. She did still have me drink loads of water but meals were more back to normal. I could actually feel my stomach starting to fill back up again after having been so thoroughly cleaned. I did notice a new feature on the refrigerator door.

A makeshift calendar was taped up with what was to be done each day for the remainder of my stay. It said things like - warm water only 3 times or soap with water rinse or soapy water with water rinse. There were other notes as well - cath with irrig. Cath 24. Ejac. Chk. and massage.

Something was written in for every day it seemed. On the days I didn't get an enema, it appeared that Gram was going to be working on my bladder. Ever 4 days was written ejac. chk and every 5 days was written cath with irrig,. All I knew was the next 7 weeks were going to be busy according to the calendar. I sat there somewhat embarrassed when she explained to me what each and every notation meant and exactly how she was going to go about each procedure. I realized that "ejac chk" was written in every 4 days and tomorrow would be the 4th day since I produced a sample for her. It was written in for tomorrow.

During the day, Gram also came in to check my stream - as she put it . I couldn't tell if she was happy or not. Usual facial expressions escaped her. The main indication that she wasn't happy about something was her "tut tut" sound that she made. That night before bed, she called me in to my bedroom. She had a diaper out for me as usual and said that she would feel more comfortable if I slept in one. I got on while she applied some KY to her finger once more.

Another inspection was coming. Her finger slide easily into my now accustomed backside. She felt deep, shallow and all around. She only spent a few seconds on that spot before she withdrew her finger. She asked if I had any pain or discomfort to which I said no. Then she said she would be right back. In a moment she was back with the razor and shaving cream once more.

Without a word, she lathered up my privates and proceeded to shave away the stubble that had formed. Once she was finished, she said that if she let it go too long, it would start itching and she didn't want that to happen. A light soothing coating of some lotion was rubbed in and then a generous sprinkle of powder. The diaper was taped in place for the night.