About a month ago I was talking with a female friend one evening and I mentioned that I wasn't feeling so hot - hoping to start a conversation about enemas. She is about my age so I was hoping she had been subjected to enemas as a child in the "golden ages" and would know exactly what to suggest. Well, she took the bait and after hemming and hawing a bit I told her I was severely constipated and didn't have anything other than some old enema equipment in the house to deal with it and didn't really know what to do with it (!!). She said what about just using a Fleets enema, and she would run by the 24 hour Walmart near where she was and bring it over. I figured that might be the best I could get from her, so I agreed. She was at some community function and thought it might be several hours, could I wait? I said sure and began thinking about how I could keep pressing for help with an enema. She soon surprised me with a txt message about 20 minutes later that she was on the way and would be here soon. Wow - the anticipation started building as I scrambled to get out the bag and set the stage for what I hoped would be some extensive enema administration.
When she showed up sure enough she had a two-pack of Fleet enemas. We talked for a bit and then she handed them to me and said go give it a try. I headed to the bedroom, used one of them, waited a while and then went back downstairs and said the first one didn't help much. I told her I still felt bad and needed some relief and would she think about helping me with an enema using the bag. She asked a lot of questions about it, and disclosed she had never received an enema prior to giving birth to her first child in the 80's! But she agreed to at least look at the equipment so off we went to the bedroom. I had intentionally replaced my usual large nozzle with an old bakelite douche nozzle, and had a pint jar of dissolved Ivory soap that i claimed I found with the bag.
Without much reservation she told me to put some towels on the bed and strip off my pants. She took the bag and jar of soap into the bathroom as I stretched out on the bed and anticipated receiving an enema from yet another female friend! I soon heard the water running and she struck up a conversation about having a colonoscopy, while preparing the enema. Within a few minutes she returned to the bedroom with a bulging bag of soapy water and asked what she should do next. I instructed her in a novice way to put some lotion on the nozzle, insert it slowly in my rectum and then to hold the bag with one hand while releasing the clamp with the other. She did all that, and I soon felt the rush of warm water flowing into me.
This happened three more times before I figured I had pressed my luck, and told her I felt much better. Unfortunately, when I offered to return the favor she declined. A little later, as we sat on the couch and talked she indicated if I ever needed help again to just let her know.
I'm looking at the calendar now!