Have you ever walked in on someone receiving an enema, rectal temp, suppository etc

Years ago I was visiting my friends sister in the hospital It was a six bed room but she and another woman were the only ones in the room . After talking to her sister and her telling us the lady across was nice but had bowel problems. After a short visit a nurse came in wheeling a fleet type bag enema and closed the curtains I heard her tell the lady it was time for her prep enemas , she was struggling to get ready and the nurse opened the curtain enough to see the hose was in but covered with a blanket my friends sister said I think you guys should go now. Man I wish we got to stay.

I used to have responsibility for electric generators stretched over a hundred square miles. Not all of them, but the larger with 4 to 6 cylinder engines, with some on flat roof tops in town. This old building was 9 floors with basement and sub basement, penthouse equipment rooms. During the 1980s i was out on a roof servicing generator problems for hours, while two co-workers in that office building had gotten started "helping one another" in the tank house. Built before 1910, it had a room of water storage tanks up there. My return rout from on the roof to the stairs down 1.5 floors to the 9th floor was back through that room of tanks & pumps. The door was a thick rusty thing that took some heft to get it open. Closing, you just gave it a heavy swing, and maybe a kick. Going back, both my hands were full, carrying 40 pounds of tools and waste. The door had not latched, so i just kicked it open. They had an enema nest arranged on the floor and she was getting her tummy bigged, while kissing on him. There was no warning, just Bamm! There i stood,, two steps above them. They screamed and cussed me in unison. She of course lost control, like a great frog leaping back into its pond.^. It all happened so fast, i just bowed my head and moved on, not even closing that door. The funny thing was, meeting them in the elevator months later. They gave me dirty looks, while i tried to smile without laughing. I will bet, they have told this story too. Nice thing, there was every thing in there they needed to clean up, except for soiled clothes.

We have gender neutral bathrooms in most government buildings now. No urinals, just toilet stalls. There is a baby changing table and a tampon dispenser in them, and some have condom machines.

Anyway, I opened a handicapped stall it is big and roomy, so everyone wants to use it ,and there was a man in there on the toilet. I was so embarrassed. I put my hands up and went EEEEK! then trotted out. Did my pee on another floor. The door was not locked properly. Honest!

Karma struck me in the same bathroom a few days later. Before I go home, I like to have a shower and change from my uniform to my T-shirt and get barefoot. "Naughty mind ! The showers have privacy dividers." I shower and change then do my business with the toilet. I was in the stall no kidding, the same one the man was in. I took my t-shirt off to do my pee, so there I was naked standing over the toilet, hands on the wall in full stream," I like peeing standing up and quietly going awww it feels real good makes a nice noise" Its all la la la happy time la la la,THEN TA DUM TADU TA DUM! The door is rattling bbbrrrubbb a brub brub then ohhh the hairs on my neck go up my heart goes boo boom! I close my eyes grit my teeth, mortify on! Now there is a man apologizing to me. My eyes felt all big, bad enough to be walked in on, but to be peeing standing up like a guy! I have a reputation for being weird here, and this sure does not help! "Is she a girl is she a trans girl?" "Honesty, one way or the other, it's all good. People are going to believe what they want to, so I just say nothing to power the mill." " To explain, I had a radical hysterectomy, it left me with a sock puppet vagina a bout three inches long, and closed off. I get around, rumours spread". " Will this be I saw her peeing standing up totally naked! Like they say old habits are hard to break." " I just kept peeing , face to the wall and said nothing. He closed the door. I wanted to die, so I thought, wait a bit, so he will be gone, then go. That's the ticket! Karma would have nothing to do with this! I was washing my hands and thinking how clever I was, and then a stall opened. He starts apologizing to me all over again! I am feeling the heat in my face, it is so red! I look at him and say it's ok Cpl Huard the door was not closed right. He is looking me up and down, trying to guess what I am. I did not even dry my hands. I grabbed my clothes bag and padded out, scurrying along all the way to my car. I was so embarrassed. He buys me treats sometimes in the canteen now. Drops them beside me without saying anything, I smile and say thank you, and feel myself wanting to hide. What does it mean? Something to bring to my shrink to work out.

Hmmm Hospital stuff eh? Here is a lovely for you, nothing, oh my cutesie poo tee hee hee either.

I was imprisoned in the hospital for a severe infection for three days. I was extremely dehydrated and very weak my kidneys were shutting down, still pooping out copious amounts of foul waste from the infection I was put in a room that looked like a janitor's office they had put a bed in. There was a big window in the door. People walked by, and anyone could look in. The worst part was I was too weak to get up on my own at first. I had to buzz for help; three attendants, a mix of males and females, not nurses, mind you, would come in and help me sit up. I was naked from the waist down. Help me off the bed to a commode chair where I would do my business, then help me up, bend me over hands on the bed to spray my bottom, legs, and pisser with water less cleanser, wipe me off. I was in full view through that window. It was humiliating. I felt sorry for the ones wiping me. Terrible job.

When I was stronger, I sat on the edge of the bed during the day. One of the resident doctors on my case came in and said cover yourself up down there. I said sorry I didn't mean to offend anyone. She said no, you haven't, I'm telling you for your sake. I was sitting with my legs spread on the bed. Sitting up is a sign of strength. I put a sheet over me. I was being ogled like a peep show, looking at my naked, spread open snatch.

I fought so hard to strengthen myself, force myself to move, get up, walk around the room with a cane, get on and off the commode by myself. They insisted on the wiping part till the time I left. I was not allowed to go to the commode on my own. Demanded to be released constantley made myself a pest.

How did I feel? Disgusted and determined to get out. How did they feel? I don't know. A little frightened, I was pushing myself, not just lying there feeling sorry for myself. That was not expected. I was doing sit-ups and stretches on the bed. They watched me in there, alright.

I went on an evaluation walk. On my walk, I discovered the window of my cell was viewable down the main ward aisle. I could see to the bottom of the bed and the floor! I was putting on a bum and snatch show for the whole population of the ward. Monkey in a cage.

They semi-fixed me up and saved my bacon. Can't fault that. My GP took care of the rest.

All it cost was the Ambulance charge and my dignity.

I was out in three days, a day or more earlier than expected. Hausa!

I had a friend go through the same experience. It even sounded like the same cell. He is older and far more aggressive. They bounced him out in a hurry. It was either back home or a care facility for him. He made it home. Drove them up the wall to get out. Must of made me look like a kitten.