How often? When I feel that I need one. If I took enemas all the time, I think I would lose the magic.
My last enema was this past Labor Day weekend. I had a headache, which usually hits me when I’m a little tied up inside.
I could’ve handled it with MiraLAX, but when my husband and daughter were playing golf together, I got out our IV stand, lay down on the bed, and gave myself a slow, relaxing enema with a rectal tube that I can gently insert high enough so I don’t get those instant urges to release.
I still love the excitement of the prep, filling the bag in the bathroom, mixing the warm water with a little Conti Castile soap with olive oil. I still feel those tingles inside while I am hanging the bag, putting down a puppy pad on the bed, slipping out of whatever I’m wearing below my waist, climbing into bed and lying on my side, just like a nurse would be positioning me.
Within an hour, my headache was gone, and my stomach was calm. Jen couldn’t help but notice when she got home. “Mom, you took an enema, didn’t you?”
I’m not a continuous enema taker, never have been. I don’t think it’s healthy to be constantly cleaning out my colon. Even in the “old days” when enemas were routinely prescribed by doctors, they were usually constipation- or illness-related.
There is an old saying, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” I think that applies to enemas as well.