I have also kicked the bucket containing my solution and had to mop up a mess. I have probably made all kinds of mistakes.
One of them was mistakenly giving myself
an oil enema instead of a saline enema. I was rushing around to get ready for a date with a guy I hadn't seen since high school. I remembered he had amazing hands and was hoping to feel them on me later that night so I wanted to be squeaky clean for sexy time. I hadn't paid attention to the box or the sensation or the enema going in or what it felt like when I was holding it. Meanwhile, I did my hair and makeup with the enema still inside because I thought the longer it was inside, the more effective it would be.
So I was going around my house, la di day, la di dah when I saw the box in the trash, clearly stating MINERAL OIL in bright orange letters. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” I thought. I'd never had an oil enema before but had read the horror stories about oil leakage for days afterward. He was going to be there any minute! I quickly raced to the bathroom, bearing down to expel it. Hell, I damn near exorcised it, willing it to leave my body in peace. Not only did my hand have great hands that gave amazing massages, but he also gave great bear hugs. I pictured him walking into my apartment, pulling me into a warm, right embrace, and the oil enema and the contents of my bowels splattering every inch of my foyer.
So after I forced out the oil, I took a saline enema to hopefully remove every trace of the enema before so there were no surprises on my date with Phillip. Thankfully, it worked. And his hands were just as delightful as I remembered but he was also much less intelligent than I remembered. So I didn't go out with him again.
Lesson learned, though. Always read the box if using a commercially-prepared enema.