The only thing more embarrassing than having mom call my aunt &* grandmother on the phone to tell them that she had given me an enema that afternoon, was her taking me shopping to buy a new enema bag when I was in grade school.
I don't even recall what had happened to the old one. But, one Saturday morning she and my dad took my brother & I to the Wards department store a few miles away to shop. While my dad & brother were looking for car tires or something, mom took me by the hand to the little "home health" stall next to the escalator on the first floor where a young male clerk in a white coat reviewed the features & benefits of the half dozen enema / fountain syringes in the display case.
Just standing there with mom was embarrassing enough. But, when she began arguing with the man trying to sell her a more expensive appliance than she needed their loud conversation made me cringe! She didn't want the open top, three quart model, didn't need a four pipe nozzle set, or one with the wide neck that doubled as an ice bag. "All I want, she said, is the hot water bottle, enema bag on sale in your catalog, so I can go home and give this boy a "good cleaning out".
The sale completed, mom had me carry the package with the enema bag around while she purchased some material for a dress she was making. Carrying that bag through the store with my mom, knowing how it would be used when we got home, I felt like Jesus carrying the cross up the mount. I was sure everyone in the store knew what was in that package.
As it turned out, it wasn't until early that evening when mom lead me into the bathroom for my enema. It's funny, but I don't recall much about getting that one. But I sure remember shopping with mom for that bag.