In real life, I'm reminded of the time I was awakened in the hospital at 6AM and seeing a pre-op nurse standing over me with a Fleet enema bottle. I was in a lot of pain and she showed little compassion, other than to say, "Sorry but I have to give you this." It wasn't a pleasant experience. In fact, it was awful. So, later when I was having home care and the nurse asked if I'd ever had an enema, I cringed.
However, nurse Angie (I've written about her many times before) was the epitome of nurturing and humor. How many nurses ever made you laugh with an enema tube up your rear end? That was Angie, with a Texas twang. "Hey, Darlin!" she'd say. And I think she made those shots in my butt less uncomfortable because she was so caring. She'd gently rub my hip for several minutes after giving an injection, just so it wouldn't ache as much later. (Actually, it was pretty sore, but she tried!)