I heard a story at the barber shop a while back which illustrates why I prefer enemas to either laxatives or suppositories.
"John" had not had a BM in a couple of days, so he took a laxative and headed east down I-70 to a meeting in Kansas City, a trip of about 2 hours. At some time during the meeting, nature began to call.
For whatever reason, he excused himself from the meeting and headed back home. Somewhere between Lawrence and Topeka, nature was not to be denied. He pulled his car over onto the shoulder, got out in a hurry without even turning the engine off, and started running down to the bottom of the hill to relieve himself.
Part way down the hill, he stumbled and rolled the rest of the way to the bottom. His gut exploded while he was rolling, and his pants were full. He took them down, finished the job and cleaned up his pants as best he could, and climbed back up the hill.
As he was moving, he saw that someone had stopped by his car and was looking at it in very interested manner. John called out to him to get away from the car, which he did in a hurry and drove off in a hurry. John continued on to Topeka and went to the first clothing store he could find, bought a new outfit, cleaned himself up some more and headed on home.
Quite an experience!
With an enema, you know when it will kick in.
hankb