Some on here have reported various hospital practices from the golden age. During high school in the late 60s I worked one summer for a small county hospital in North Carolina along with several other high school aged kids whose parents knew the hospital administrator or his family. Several of the memories that I will never forget involves a female friend, the student nurses and the nursing station on the surgery floor.First, the female friend worked at the front desk and checked in visitors. One day she was not there and when I inquired as to her whereabouts was told she had been admitted for appendicitis. After work I naturally went to visit with her. I got quite a thrill seeiing her in the bed with a gown and nothing else on!!! She even asked if I could see anything and of course I said no!! LOL. Then she told me the nursing staff had given her the choice of laxatives or an enema. She didn't know what an enema was but I readily suggested that was the best choice. Sadly, Inever got up the nerve to ask her which she selected and she never mentioned it again.This hospital had a small nursing program that must have been exceptional for its day given the number of student nurses that were always around. They lived in a two story dorm adjacent to the hospital. And by what some older guys told me they were very frisky! There were quite a few cute ones that I would have loved to have been a patient for them to practice their newly learned skills on, but sadly that wasn't to be either. Outside of some flirting, I never got lucky on any front with any of them.Finally, behind the nursing station and in plain view of anyone who happened to look, was a rack and open drainage area similar to what a tile shower floor looks like. On the rack at any given time were multiple red rubber enema bags and hoses drying. More than once I considered complaining about being constipated to see if one of the nurses would give me an enema with one of the hospital bags.This must have been towards the end of hospitals use of traditional rubber enema bags and the transition to disposables. Given this was a small community, I guess it took a while longer for tradition to die.