I remember one day while Mother and Grandma had gone shopping, I decided to give myself an enema. So, I took out the Rexall Victoria Combination syringe from its resting place and filled it full of hot, salty and soapy water. After it was full, I attached the tube to the bag using the adapter cap. Then, I hung the bottle on the hook that Mother had put above the toilet for that purpose. I opened the shut-off and let the water fill the hose. Then, I closed the shut-off and took the bag off the hook and laid it onto floor. I, then, went into the kitchen and got a quart mason jar and brought it into the bathroom. I filled the jar with very warm water and sat down on the toilet. Next, I picked up the hose, took off the nozzle and while holding the hose in one hand I picked up the quart jar. Then, I would get a big gulp of water from the jar, put the tube in my mouth, open the shut-off and blow the water in my mouth into the bag. When all of the water was out of my mouth, I'd shut the shut-off again and repeat the process. I did that until I had blown all of the water in the jar into the bag. When, that was done, the bottle looked like a basketball.
To my surprise, right after I had reattached the nozzle to the hose, Mother opened the door. There I was holding the red hose, black enema nozzle on the hose and the bloated enema bag on the floor. Wow! I was oh so embarrassed! Mom just stood there for a second without saying a word!
As I was looking at her, she closed the door, I remained sitting on the toilet. I didn't know what else to do.
Questions ran through my mind. Should I take the enema? Should I let the water out and put the bag up where Mom kept it? I was in a state of flux! Anyway,
Fifteen or so minutes later Mom came back to the bathroom. She opened the door and came into the room. Next, she sat down on the edge of the tub and took my left hand into hers. I looked up at her and I know she noticed that I had tears in my eyes.
She, then, asked me point blank "if I intended on taking that enema."
I looked up at her, and said "I was"..
Well, with that said, she said "Mike, that is way too much water!"
I replied that "I can take it!"
Mom, shook her head, stood up, and then leaned down and picked up the bag. Next, she hung it on the hook above the toilet and instructed me to get off the toilet and take the enema. So, I did as I was told... and like I told her that I could, I did take all of the water. I don't think Mother could not believe it!