My last enema was Sunday morning, trying to address the particularly bad IBS patch I’ve been in since getting a nasty respiratory virus at the end of August. While I sometimes have IBS-C, the past couple of months have been mostly normal functioning but with pain, mostly aching but also early morning wakeups with sharper pain.
I created my usual nest in bed and took 2 liters there rather quickly with my can and Higginson. Upon review, the water could have been a little warmer. The fill was painless, but the cramping I experienced during retention was very strong and uncomfortable, and it was a difficult release despite there not being many solids to release. I could tell, both from my weight and from how I felt, that a good third of the enema was stuck inside me.
However, feeling zero urge even with deep massage, I went about my day, feeling pretty good for several hours. I had some lunch, and about 45 minutes later the rest of the enema came down, after which my belly pain returned.
I’m going to let my GI tract settle for a few days but suspect I will need a second try.
With these nearly two months of off-and-on abdominal pain, it has been all I can do not to go back to my former giver. I had a recent conversation with him about what has been going on, and he affirmed that he kept all of my equipment and would still be delighted to help me.
The two things stopping me are my marriage and the knowledge that my giver now has arthritis in his hands so would likely hurt himself delivering his wonderful, therapeutic massages. But this doesn’t stop me from thinking about it many times a day.