My 1st wife Katie was a nurse. She would give me enemas whenever she felt I needed one. Occasionally , we might be at the college we both attended, or in line at the bank and shed say, "That's it, when we get home you're getting an enema" I always noticed a head or two turn slightly. People trying to look without being obvious. Once she did it outside a campground shower room right before I went it. While showering, I overheard a young girls voice next door in the girls shower, "Mom, what's an enema?" I didn't hear her reply. but the girl and her friend giggled mightily. They were in the campsight next to ours and she grinned every time she saw me.
Another time was in the waiting area of the HMO's pharmacy. When we got to the window, I picked up my prescriptions and went to leave. Katie grabbed my elbow and turned me back to the counter. She said "Where are his enemas?" to the clerk, who looked ar her screen and told Katie that I had all that was prescribed me.
"Well, he needs to have enemas. Could you page the older male PA (Physicicians Assistant) at his group?" The clerk called and asked loudly enough for most in the room to hear. "Well, his wife says that Phil was supposed to order some enemas. No ENEMAS, yeah, um, I dunno, I'll ask.
" did you mean the Fleet type enemas? You can pick those up over in the OTC section."
"If the PA writes an order for them, his insurance will pick them up., but make sure and have him order the bigger ones too. "
The clerk said something then indicated someone was coming up front. Soon the office nurse arrived carrying a 4-pack of generic Fleet enemas, and a Fleet type mineral oil enema. My wife told her the Fleets would be fine, but I needed some of the bucket type enemas like they had used on me in their hospital across the campus that I"d been an inpatient at not too long ago. The nurse told Katie that they had discontinued those but she'd have someone check supply in case there were still some available. She asked a very young looking girl in pink scrubs, most staff wear blue, the pink I found was for the CNA's and nursing students from the local college. Both women walked off together.
After what seemed an eternity passed but was probably only 5 or 10 minutes, as I felt eyes watching me, and a whisper or two from the small crowd that had seemed to appear from nowhere when the clerk was loudly discussing the fate of my colon and seemingly saying the word "enema" in every other sentence. It truly humiliated me in the fact that the three women talked above me as if I were a toddler. I was half waiting for a rectal thermometer to be whipped out right there in the lobby and being made to bend over a low backed chair in front of everyone. The idea however, made me almost instantly hard.
Finally the cute brunette that looked like she should be getting ready for the prom returned with something I'd never seen, 4 boxes, 2 marked Fleet prep kit #2, and 2 marked #3. The aide told, once again, my wife that the #2's had an enema bag in them and I could use it and discard the laxatives and suppository. Katie would have none of that though. For the next 4 Friday nights, I was given the entire prep kit and it wasnt' all that fun. The worst were the bisacodyl enemas, they made me cramp bad. But we did get a lot of use out of the bag enemas. She once even came down and gave me one in the office trailer of the car lot I worked at. Lying half nude on a conference table getting a large soapy enema while staring out an open window at active customers who couldn't see anything below my neck due to the heighth was a trip. Until I realized that, beyond my head, over my shoulder, hung the bulging bagenema which was quite easy to see. I was mortified