I think I was ten yrs. old and in the hospital for recovery from a burst appendix. I heard a 'squeaking' wheel coming down the hall and into my room. The nurse had some newspapers in her hand as well, including some Sunday funnies (in color) and I asked if she was going to read the funnies to me. She replied that "no, she was going to give me an enema. The newspapers were to protect the bed. This was 1943 or 44.
The enema was a white enamel irrigator, rubber hose with about a 32 Fr colon tube attached. I then learned about the Left Side Simms position. It was the first of many (every 3rd day) during my long stay in the hospital.
Hospital enemas since were the same until the 'plastic' world of 1500cc buckets and plastic bags.
Then the most unusual: It was 1957, I was out of the service and not under the fear of "grounding" by a Flight Surgeon and wanted to find out more about this 'Mega colon' that had been discovered while I was on Active duty. I had gone to a G.I. doctor and he suggested a series of tests starting with a Barium Enema. I was told to nothing by mouth after midnight and report to his office for the procedure where I was turned over to a very young nursing assistant for prepping. The first 'few' were very proper...draped, etc. --butt then it became a real WTFOver and we were coming up on #17 when the doctor stuck his head in the door asking what was taking so long. She said that she was merely doing enemas "until clear".....whereupon the doctor said, "We just wanted no lumps".
I was rolled into another room where a white enemal irrigator was hanging on a stand with a black douche nozzle with a large bulb on the end. It was the first time I saw that type of nozzle.
The BE went well....especially after 17 enemas....and the tests that followed did indeed establish an over-sized in diameter and also length of my colon; a true "Mega Colon". The doctor ended up telling to get a good enema bag, teach my wife how to administer and keep my bowels clean, never going past three days.
I was 25 and the start, or ongoing rest of my life. I had learned to enjoy them as well, making things easier.
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