CARLOTTA THE BEGINNING
Carlotta and her husband had been our neighbors for about five years and during that time we only had a friendly but casual passing acquaintance.
Then one day the neighborhood gossip was going around that Carlotta had been in a serious auto accident, her Toyota got "T" boned by an uninsured drunk driving an SUV. Her left shoulder, upper left arm, left wrist and left thigh were fractured and she also had a serious scalp injury. The impact rolled her car down an embankment and it was totaled. She spent weeks in the hospital, had several surgeries and was given a lot of pain medication. When she was finally sent home to recover she was initially confined to bed and for her convenience a bed side commode chair was provided.
The day she got home I made a casserole for she and her husband, they have no children, and took it over, visited with them a short while and went home for our dinner. I later returned to visit intending to stay only about a half-hour and when I went to leave she ask me if I could help her onto the bedside toilet which I did and left the room to give her privacy. A short time later she called to me and ask me to help her back into bed which I did and I ask her if everything was OK and she said that she had been able to pee but was having a difficult time having a BM. I ask her if there was anything else I could do for her before I left and she ask me to hand her a Fleet enema from a box on her bedside table which I did.
I ask her if I could help her take the enema and she said no that she could do it, and told me I could leave. I told her that after the enema she would need help and I would wait until she was finished and when she was to call me and I'd help her get back on the toilet and then back into bed when she was finished. I left the room and a few minutes later I heard her crying and went into the room to find the Fleet enema bottle still more than half full lying on the floor, she had dropped it. Picking it up I ask her if she would let me help her take the remainder of it, after putting her hands over her face she shook her head yes and I gave her the remainder with her crying while I did it. I stayed with her till it took effect and after helping her on the toilet, left till she finished, when she was I helped her back to bed. Then I emptied the toilet and washed it out. The enema had not done that much for her.
The next day being Saturday I told her that I would be over to see her the next morning which I was. Her husband had brought her breakfast but she was only picking at her food. I ask her how she was feeling and she said she really needed to sit on the toilet so I helped her on and left her alone. 15-minutes later I checked on her and she hadn't been able to do anything and wanted to try a Fleets again which I gave her with a repeat performance of embarrassed crying, the result was not any better than the night before. I ask her if she had ever had an enema from a bag and she told me that the only kind she had ever had were several Fleets given in the hospital and the two she had at home. I told her that what she needed for relief was a warm enema from a bag and I would give her one if she'd let me. I explained that I had given enemas to my mother, aunt, three children and Marvin and knew that it would really help her. She said anything would be better than what she was going through and reluctantly said that I could give her one. I ask if she had an enema bag and she said no. I ask if she had a douche bag and she said no she used a bulb for that. I told her that I would go home and get an extra one I had and use that and left to get it. Returning I showed her everything including the open top bag, enema and douche nozzles and told her I would use the enema one and how it would be done. Then I made up a 1-quart soapy enema and gave it to her as she lay on her left side with her face buried in a pillow, sobbing her heart out from embarrassment. As I gave her the enema I held the nozzle in her with the hose between my fingers and my hand palm down against her hips to keep it in place and lend some reassurance and mothering to the giving and I could feel her trembling. I was unable to massage her abdomen when she cramped because I had to hold up the bag. So I'd stop the flow momentarily, coach her breathing and tell her how well she was doing. Once the enema was in, since she was not use to having an enema and I didn't want her to be too uncomfortable too long, I immediately helped her onto the toilet and left the room. When she finished I looked to see what she had done which was a fair amount but I knew that she should be able to do more, so I told her that she needed to rest for a while and I'd need to give her a another enema a little later because the first one had been soapy and she would need a rinse. I cleaned up the potty and we visited for a little over an hour. Then I filled the bag with saline solution and was able to give her 3/4 of it. She softly cried into her pillow the whole time. Her results were good. After that I gave her a saline enema every other day for almost 3 weeks.
By the second bag enema day she no longer cried but hid her face and wouldn't look at me while I gave it but that was the last day she did that. The next day I went to the store and got her a combo set, so I could stop the flow, put it down when she cramped and massage her abdomen. I also switched over to an 18-inch, F36 rectal tube explaining to her that it would help the enema go high sooner and be more comfortable. On the fourth bag enema day while I was starting to put the tube into her she pushed her rear back to me as a sign of acceptance while I worked it in she made soft cooing sounds as she took the enema, she was able to pant her way through cramps as I massaged her abdomen and I didn't have to stop the flow which I always give slowly. After it was all in I left the tube in her and encouraged her to hold the enema as long as she could while I massaged her abdomen, she did well and after 10 minutes I told her that she had held it long enough and as I was pulling the tube out she shyly told me that a person could get used this and apologized for being a baby before. I told her that enemas were a very personal, intimate experience and that her reactions were OK and now she was becoming able to understand how beneficial they were, in more ways than one
Because of her injuries she hadn't had sex for almost three months. As I was removing the colon tube I could see that she was wet. As always I gave her privacy to expel by going into the next room and I'm pretty sure from what I could hear she probably masturbated and orgasm'd while on the pot. After that she looked forward to her enemas and often became wet when I lubricated her, was always wet and making sounds of pleasure by the time she had taken all her enema and I could hear her achieving orgasm while on the potty.
Marlene