Any men have to get a hospital enema to be released

I was admitted in the hospital for a kidney stone after a very through physical exam in the emergency room including a DRE. After a procedure to remove the stone the next day the doctor came in had me remove my underwear for a physical exam to be released which included another DRE. He said I could released and asked if I had BM since I was here. I said no and his response was well Ill order an enema so you cam go home. Keep your underwear off the nurse will be in shortly. In about 15 minutes he came in with a IV pole and said he would be back in a few minutes. He came back with the clear bag and tube hung it on the pole and next thing i knew I was on my side being given a full enema. After it was over he came in with my release papers.

Has any other guys had to have an enema to be released form the hospital? How did it go? How did you know you were gong to get one? How was it given? How did you feel about it?

Yes at age of 13 due to week stay with no bowel movements. Remember father telling me after several days with no bathroom visits that I likely would be getting one at dismissal if no success occured before able to leave. Had several rectal temps occur including one at lights out of the night before my doctor assigned release was to occur. Nurse conducted it longer than had been obviously attempting to induce my bowels to perform. With no luck it was notated by her on my chart at foot of bed. At the morning early wakeup a different nurse approached my bed and asked was I excited to be going home and of course I replied resounding yes. Normally I had been given a wash bowl and cloth but there wasn't any present this early a.m. . Still in my assigned gown she said she would be back after viewing my chart. Before her return the room's two doors opened and my father entered telling me he had passed her in the hall and yes I was about to be given a clean out before able to go home. Moments later my nurse returned with a cloth covered roll cart and went to my bedside which was close to the bathroom and uncovering the cart's contents picked up the red bag and it's long hanging hose and a container and began running sink water ,me now becoming very apprehensive and nervous . My dad was across from me seated at the wall near a window and told me to obey the nurse and her duty and we would soon be leaving. I next heard what turned out to be a iv pole with the now bulging bag exiting the bathroom headed for me. Was next told to lay back down on my stomach but I hesitated bringing about another order from my dad to obey the nurse. Once I complied she ran the privacy drapes around my bed except the back portion she was at along with my dad. My gown was next spread apart and raised up as was my lower extremity followed with my underpants lowered below the butt cheeks and quickly I had the rectal thermometer inserted for reading me now having my face buried into a pillow feeling total embarassment and humiliation being seen like this by this woman and dad. After temp. I looked up to see the nozzle being Vaseline coated and rubbed for insertion and drew a deep breath in disparity. Instantly insertion began and I was writhing about moving having dad give me a Stern “be still”. Reburied my face upon the pillow and heard a loud click and soon that fast surge of soaped water soon to be what felt like at my ribs me resembling a pregnant girl. Began to complain can't take no more to be told just a bit more sorry. Moments later the nozzle was extracted with me now sweating from the hot water and extreme experience. Nurse assisted me to the toilet another belittling event as I saw my dad looking a bit amused as I passed by. Once seated a expulsion began like no other yet experienced. Finished I next was assisted in cleaning and bathing and left for home. Never have forgotten this unpleasant send off. Fretter.

Appears that BM are required to be released from hospital….. I had major surgery, intensive/critical care, and then a few days more and my release was conditional on a record of a BM. No BM so they ordered an enema to telease me. In comes this junior female nurse holding a plastic Fleet squeeze bottle enema… She had to make certain I was completely covered-up and then had me lie on my side knees drawn=up. No lub and she nervously pushed the tip into my bottom. Problem was her aim was off and hit the wall inside my anus.. not exactly enjoyable… By this time I decided to take charge and climbed on my knees, bottoms-up with my eveything hanging out , without any cover and simple said “shove it straight in”. A few minutes later I headed to the toilet for a somewhat successful BM. She checked the toilet for the evidence and quickly exited.

As a lifelong…..well almost…lover of enemas, i was dissapointed to say the least when in hospital for a minor operation, it looked to me like everyone but me got enemas.,Remember one man beside me tried to hide, but the nurse found him ! and later on a man was being given a huge enema and could be heard groaning and begging the nurse to stop ! Still wishing i could get a few hospital style enemas as they were back in the day…………….

I have had multiple stays in a hospital, one was just shy of two weeks long. Rarely was I even asked about bowel movements. At the longest stay, I did get extremely constipated. I was given a suppository by my nurse after my doctor ordered it, but enema was never even mentioned.

I once had surgery on my colon and was told beforehand to give myself a fleet enema in the morning, before going to the hospital. My pre-op nurse brought me back to the prep room, had me undress and put on the gown, and doing all the things they do to get me prepared for surgery. After I was changed into the gown and in the bad, she asked me, “Did you do your prep and give yourself an enema this morning, or do we need to take care of that now?” She was an older nurse and there was also a young nursing student from the local university there to observe my surgery. I was so embarrassed when she asked me that and I had to mumble, “Yes, I did it.” The student was there by my side the entire day. In-take, prepping, 4 hour surgery, recovery, up until I arrived in my room. I felt so sorry for her, she had to be bored silly. But it is hot for me to think about how much of me she saw that day and what all I had to endure during the entire process.

I was only a child at the time, but was given an enema before release from hospital following an operation. After some fairly painful procedures, the enema was no big deal and seemed to get things restarted. Wouldn't mind another of those any time…

About 20 years ago, when I was 50, I was admitted to the hospital for what they originally thought was a small bowel obstruction. I was in excruciating pain. They took a few x-rays, and sent me from the emergency room upstairs to a regular room. About an hour later, this drop dead pretty young blonde nurse comes in and says “the doctor prescribed two enemas for you, your blockage is in your rectum". I said OK and expected her to come back with an enema bag. Not so, she comes back with 2 Fleet enema bottles on her cart… to be given BOTH at the same time. As excited as I was to have HER give me the enemas, I didn't enjoy it at all because of the terrible pain I was in. She did have to remain for the “result” and check in the toilet to see what was what when I was done.