I was a late bloomer at age 22 when an enema given by a home health nurse had me feeling a little aroused and off in another world for the first time. I was recovering from being critically injured in an accident. I talk about nurse Angie in an upcoming blog article titled "Trust Me."
Growing up, my mom had given me enemas only rarely. (Prune juice usually did the trick.) The last time she gave me an enema was when I was 15 and sick in bed for several days. The enema caused intense cramps, and I cried in the bathroom. In the hospital after the accident, a nurse woke me at 6 AM to prep me for surgery and stuck a Fleet bottle up my behind, which I hated. I was already in a lot of pain, and the last thing I wanted was an enema to make it worse.
I didn't douche, so I didn't use a syringe or one of those perfumed douches during my college years. Several of my girlfriends talked about douching after their periods, but I didn't think it was necessary. I didn't learn how enemas could ease a headache and menstrual pain, and be a good stress reliever, until I met nurse Angie. Frankly, I had doubts until later I tried it. Angie came from three generations of nurses and joked that new brides (Rob and I had been married only two months) and women in general should not be without an enema bag for their physical and emotional health! I discovered she was right. I came to love that advice!