Did gas ever get you an enema?

Did passing gas ever get you an enema. My brother blew up our bedroom once with the fart to end all farts and soon found himself at the end of a nozzle whether he needed it or not. Did it ever happen to you?

I have had it come out right around the nozzle. In at least one case it blew out the nozzle.

I remember when I was around 13 and Mother had all but stopped giving me enemas, I decided that I needed for her to give me at least one more. I didn't know whether me asking for one would do any good or not. So, I decided to stop myself up. But, how was the question? My first thought would be to just not go when I needed to go. So, I decided to try that route. It was hard, especially at first, but, after the second day, it became easier. By day four I was in misery. My stomach was blotted and I began to expel terrible smelling gas. My mother could not help but notice. But, she said nothing even when I expelled near her. Day 5 came and went. I could hardly eat anything and the gas was getting worse. I wondered if Mom was waiting on me asking for help, but, I decided not to. Saturday, day 6 came. I was feeling absolutely terrible and remained in bed. Mom, I guess, being concerned came in and said "your room stinks!" Then, she asked me how long had it been since I last went to the bathroom. I told her and she said "we have got to do something!" I just knew that she'd go get her Rexall Victoria Combination Syringe and be right back in. But, no, she didn't. Instead, she brought her Mom's, my Grandmother's, Milk of Magnesia bottle and proceeded on giving me several teaspoons of that chalky tasting stuff. Yuk! Well, day 7 came and still no results. I had cooked my goose so to speak. Mom came in early to check on me. But, unlike the day before, today, I was even burping up smelly burps. This time, Mom felt my head, left the room and eventually returned not with the Milk of Magnesia bottle, but this time she was carrying her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe. She helped me out of bed and into my bathroom we went. Mother ended up giving me a total of about six enemas in the next two days. And did I get a chewing out? Yes, I sure did! Mom said, "Mike, you had better never let yourself get into that shape again Son! If you need help, come get me and don't wait more than 3 days!" I hugged her neck and you know what? I obeyed Mom!

My sub has had a few times his gut was "gurgling" up a storm. I then told him it was time for an enema(s). Neither of us would have gotten much sleep that night had I not removed and gotten that gas out of him.

No, I didn't get a whiff of the gas before hand, but massive gurgling means massive gas to come out. I wanted it out before it became a fart marathon.

I had a friend who was having an issue with really stinky gas for several days. She knew I used enemas and asked if I though an enema might help. I said yes, and, since she had no equipment asked me to give her an enema. Of course I said yes.

I brought my equipment to her apartment, explained the procedure, and that enemas are generally given in threes... at least in my world.

The first enema was a real challenge as she had a lot of gas, and what she expelled could have cleared the building, it was rank.

The second enema was easier, and not quite as stinky, and number three was easy and clear.

I suggested I should come back in 48 hours and repeat, and she agreed. When I came back she said the stinky gas was gone, and I thought I might not have another opportunity, but she had decided let me do another series to be sure.

These were three easy enemas, and after the first she said, "That felt really good."

When we were done she said that the enemas had made her really horny, which turned into good sex, and several repeats over the next few years.

He didn't blow up the house, but I did have a fraternity brother who loved to light farts. They do make an incredible blue flame. I saw this many times, but the first I thought I'd die laughing. Most of the other brothers never attempted the feat. The flame is too close to some important equipment.

Oh yes. If I was passing gas more than a couple of times in my mother's presence, or in the car, she would just say, "I think you need a good enema." That was that. No argument would alter the outcome, not that you would ever argue with my mother. At least never successfully!

Soon enough I would be bent over the tub receiving a dose of Ivory soapsuds.

I stopped farting in front of her, but being of junior high age, farts were considered high humor and it was difficult to give up the habit!

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Oh yeah my younger brother and me would have fart contests in the car when we were on a trip somewhere. His farts were always noisy and he would let them rip! My farts weren't as noisy but I think they were stinkier for when I let one go everyone would complain and roll down the windows. My Mother would turn around in the front seat and say Phew and tell us to knock it off. Then she would they say "I know two people who are going to get a physic when we get home." Both me and my brother would sit in silence for quite sometime just thinking of what was coming when we got home, because at that age we both hated enemas.

Coming home from a dinner at a restaurant Saturday night - a real treat now that they have reopened indoor dining here- my bride ripped off a whopper of a fart in the truck. A real 4-window down alarm!

I asked her if she was alright and she said, "Yes, just a bit too much wine." In reply I said, "If I did that in the car when I was growing up, that would have earned me a soapsuds enema when we got home!"

My bride does not talk much about enemas, and has rarely acknowledged receiving them growing up, but maybe the wine loosened her up a bit. She said, "Oh yeah, if I passed gas when my mother was nearby, she would ask if I was feeling alright, and then suggest a little enema might make me feel better." She continued, "Soon enough I was in the bathroom kneeling in the tub with a hose in my behind."

I said, "I thought you only had a couple of enemas growing up. Sounds like your mother was more like my mother when it came to enemas."

She said she learned the lesson early to hold her gas in until she could use the toilet, a habit she practices to this day. "I hated getting enemas. My mother always gave too much and made me hold it until she thought it was in long enough. It was so humiliating since my father and little brother knew what was happening." Nowadays, she rarely passes gas unless she is really in distress, and certainly never in public. Gas-X is her regular friend.

I saw a possible opening from this rare conversation and I asked her if she might need an enema when she got home and was told, "Not on your life buddy-boy." She is still no fan of an enema!

@Kid My mother in law used to give enemas to her kids for just about any tummy problem. I know my wife got one for being nauseated in the car. I think she also got some for having gas, but it would be uncouth for me to ask her, out of the blue, to confirm such an embarrassing predicament…

My mother who was a former nurse would never give me an enema if I had gas, explaining that if I passed that gas during my filling that it would make a huge mess in the bathroom and on us!

Years ago, my parents came to visit me and my wife, the first two days went well, on the third day, a Saturday, the wife was preparing a nice dinner for all. I don’t know why because it never happened again, but I started passing gas, and all most constantly. All day, and most of the time I made out to the porch, but a few times not. My folks suggested a laxative, and my wife agreed, but I went the rest of the day running out side. That night after everyone had gone to bed, my wife got up and went into our bathroom, coming back with our enema bag full of warm ivory soapy water. Putting a towel down had me lay on my left side and administered the enema. It felt very good and eliminated the problem.my wife always knew when I needed an enema, and gave me one. I am alone now since she passed 6+ years ago. Wishing I had some one now that would give me a nice enema.

Numerous people here received their first enemas for curing constipation. Did some of you receive enemas because of passing excessive amounts of gas?

Yes, growing up, my sisters and I received small glycerin enemas for gas and also herbal enemas made of peppermint or spearmint which were given via a fountain syringe with us lying on our backs with a pillow under our hips.

Constipation can cause gas. So in some cases an enema that relieves constipation could also reduce gas.

Passing to much gas always got my siblings an I a couple of enemas. With mom if we passed gas for more than a day or two, it was enema time. Grandma was a little quicker to give us an enema over gas, usually the evening of the first day. Then there was moms two teenage sisters. If they were around and we passed smelly gas, they were quick to say something to grandma about it. Who would tell them to give us a couple of enemas before our baths that evening. Which was their excuse to be able to give us and themselves a couple of enemas.

My mother who was a former nurse would never give me an enema if I had gas, explaining that if I passed that gas during my filling that it would make a huge mess in the bathroom and on us!

In the case that you will sit on the toilet and insert there a very long (2 ½ feet for adults) well lubed colon tube very slowly in the anus while the continuous slow flood of the tap water of the enema you will be able to traverse the gas bubble in your large intestine and to fill this one completely without any problems.

Back in my youth, when the enema equipment was regularly displayed in our bathroom drying out, passing stinky gas anywhere near mom was all the proof she needed to decide a “good” soapy enema was necessary. Gas was just one of mom's many reasons for her to go off on one of her tangents about how important it was to be cleaned out, and how good I would feel afterwards. Of course she was right.

I have spoken of this in the past. A neighbor had told me that her Mother had given her an adult enema with her douche bag just that very morning and she told me that it was great and that I should get my Mother to give me one. I had had small enemas before so I knew what an enema was. I had just not had one with a bag… only a bulb. Therefore, as a result, I tried to get Mom to give me one, but no use. I even went as far as to enlist her Mom to speak to her on my behalf. Still no enema with the bag. I finally started to withhold my poop, which was hard at first, but then the desire to defecate became less and less. After a few days Mom noticed that I was not myself and asked me when was the last time that I had gone to the bathroom. I told her. Then, she broke out the old bottle of Castoria and not her douche bag. Once again, I had to ward off the desire to defecate, which I did. A couple of more days went by.. Then, as one might expect, I began to have some really stinky farts. Mom, again, asked me if I had gone to the bathroom. I responded not yet. She, once again, broke out the old trusted Castoria giving me about double the amount she had given me a couple of days before. As before, I had to really fight off the desire to defecate, which I did. I could tell that my farts increased in number and stench. Finally, Mom asked me if I had any desire to go to the restroom. Again, I told her no. She looked at me and said, “Mike, I don't understand what's going on! I gave you enough Castoria to make an adult man go. Now, I have a question for you. Are you deliberately not going to the bathroom just to get me to give you that blasted enema that you've been after me to give you?” Being a good kid, I had to admit that I had. Well, Mom spoke again saying, “Well, Mike, I guess you are going to get your adult enema! Now, go on back to my bathroom. I'll be back there in a few minutes. I need to get some things to go in the enema.” I said “ok, Mom! I love you!” She smiled down at me. I blew her a kiss! Well, to make a long story short, my friend, Dattie, was absolutely right…. that adult enema was great. And, it was not the one and only one Mother ever gave me. I got lots of them.

No, unfortunately!!

@miker that was naughty

I remember once the girl in the maternity bed next to my wife had bad gas and they gave her an enema and then lowered the bag and this pulled the gas out. I think it is called a “Harris Flush”

See this thread.

https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;topic=77890

@Rigel

See this thread.

https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;topic=77890

The Rolls Royce of gas extraction techniques . . lol

There is or was a legitimate clinical / medical term that describes the extraction of the gaseous “belly bloat” following an enema. One such term being Gastric Lavage, there are others but It eludes me presently & I'd have to locate my mothers nursing manuals that are presently stored.

@Victoria1951 explains the process itself fairly accurately, though the British & Australian methods vary by a small margin. Both with the quantity recommended being 10 quarts & the name of the said process notably differing to that of Harris.

The English (UK) categorised such a procedure as Traditional Hydrotherapy for gastrointestinal decompression

Never even thought of an enema when sub about blew up the toilet the other night. Bad MissStress! But we both got a good laugh out of it. It was loud and strong. I felt our poor toilet was in danger.

I've had a few alum enemas for gas.

The last time I filled up at the gas station, my wallet got an enema.