My thoughts turn to enemas somewhat unpredictably. Sometimes weeks or even months can pass by in which I have little intrinsic interest, although during those times if I were to have an intimate partner proficient in giving offer me one, I definitely would not refuse.
I always think of enemas when IBS pain turns up. This can range from a dull ache in the small of my back that builds slowly into abdominal cramps as I go about life or sudden pain waking me from a sound sleep.
Although I care for my own enemas these days, when I awaken at night with intense pain, I sometimes fantasize about a partner who would get up, even at 2 AM, to give me a gentle warm enema. Thoughts of what he’d say and do can distract me long enough to make it through the round of spasms and possibly back to sleep, although I will know that in the morning I’ll need to self-administer before things get worse.
Likewise, I will begin thinking of enemas when feeling less than regular. Not too many days of that and I wind up in pain, which I’d rather avoid.
Other times I will simply dream of enemas at night. Usually these dreams are less than fun and more like task dreams in which I, ultimately foiled by scheduling, losses of privacy, or other insurmountable dream-obstacles, wake up without ever attaining the enema prize.
Knowing a few enemas per month can ward off much of my IBS, sometimes I think of them more as a to-do item and scheduling challenge, the same way I review work tasks and deadlines in idle moments. In those “hafta” moments I will visit this board to help me feel more inspired. Reading stories from my fellow enema enthusiasts, especially ladies like me or men who enjoy administering can usually make these less workmanlike and more fun.
My recent need to get through endoscopies had me approaching enemas and the board more like a student, and my tutors here helped me to an A+ prep. But now enemas are still on my mind as my colon is waking up slowly and giving me twinges after a large total dose of anesthesia.