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George
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Date Posted: Wednesday, January 18, 2012, 03:12: pm
As a little kid whenever I got sick I got constipated (still do as a matter of fact)and the standard treatment was an enema(as a matter of fact it still is) administered by mom with plenty of TLC. I was a pretty healthy kid so rarely did I get sick and consequently was not often constipated so enemas were rare. From about age 6 through 10 is when I got sick most often. The causes were the usual ailments that kids in the 1930's-40's came down with, namely: Mumps, Measles, Chicken Pox, Whooping Cough, Scarelt Fever and Polio. Of these the only ones that I did not get were Scarlet Fever and polio thank god. Fortunately all these diseases have been either been eradicted or made treatable, at least in the United States, due to vaccination programs and improved medications. Suppositories and enemas were given to me during the various bouts of illness, which I picked up at school. I was never embarrassed when my mother gave me an enema or a suppository during this time even though by the age of ten I was conscious of an erection. After the age of 10 I went "enemaless" for a number of years. When I was 17 I came down with one of those viruses which in the 40's was called La Grippe aka Flu. I went to bed one evening feeling not really sick but not rally OK either(hadn't been able to have a BM that day)but I figured there was nothing qrong with me that a good night's sleep wouldn't cure. WRONG ! I woke up next morning feeling really punk. Tried to go and couldn't. Thought about staying home from school, but had an importand exam to take so I decided to "tough it out" and go to school. By the time I got through the exam in the morning my face felt hot and I was having chills. I went to the school infirmary where the school nurse took my temperature (oral temp 102) and wrote me a pass to go home early. I drove home (the year was 1948. I had a 1936 Ford convetible with a rumble seat. Younger readers probably don't know what that is. The car had a V-8 was black, had red leather seats, white canvas top, red wire wheels, wide white wall tires and Dual Tone mufflers, but I digress.) I put the car in the garage and went directly to my room. Mom heard me drive up and come into the house. Since I hadn't greeted her she came up to my room to see if anything was wrong and saw me lying on my bed. "What's the matter honey, she said?" "I'm sick I replied". This led to the usuual round of questions asking me to describe the symptoms and a quick call to the doctor's office. While the call was made I took my clothes off and put on a pair of PJ's. Mom came back into the room and saw me rubbing my abdomen. "Do you hurt there?", she said. "Uh, Huh I replied. This led to more questions. The dreaded ones! "Are you constipated?", she asked. "I don't know, I might be", I said. "How long has it been since you've had a BM?" "Coupla days I guess."
I didn't want to have this conversation. "Will you let me give you an enema?" I was surprised by this question. In the past when ever I was constipated mom would always say "I'm going to have to give you an enema", or "I think you'd better have an enema", something like that. A statement of intent. But this time it was a question. She was talking to me adult to adult. Adtually giving me a choice. I was too embarrassed to to say "yes", but I instinctively knew that I needed an enema. I replied, "Aw mom this is embarrassing." "Why are you embarrassed?" "Well you know"...I don't want you to see me" "Nonsense, I'm your mother, I've seen your bare hiney many times." "It's not that...it's the other ...you know." (The reader needs to remember this was 1948. A far different age than today.) Mom got the implication immediately and said, "I understand, honey. Here's what we'll do. We'll put towels on the bathroom floor. You lie on them on your left side with your right knee drawn up with you back toward me and I'll be in back of you as I give you the enema. That way I won't be able to see your 'private' parts." "Okay?" "Welll ... okay ... I guess". So while mom was in the bathroom getting everything ready I was lying in my bed getting harder by the minute. Soon the call came. "Okay, honey come into the bathroom." I went toward the bathroom with a humongous bulge in my PJ pants. Before entering the room I aked mom to "Please turn around" "Okay you can come in now", she said. I entered the bathroom, closed the door behind me, slipped off my PJ bottoms and took my position on the floor as she had instructed. This placed me with my back toward Mom and my exposed "private parts"... aroused, red and errect ... facing the closed bathroom door. Unfortunately I had forgotten to lock the door. BIG MISTAKE !
The vaseline coated nozzle was gently inserted into me, the clamp clicked open and the warm soapy water began to flow into me. The enema began to take effect quickly. I started having an urge to go, with Mom quietly and gently urging me to "hold it honey". There I was grunting and groaning and panting with nearly two quarts of warm soapy water in me and having a raging hard on when the bathroom door burst open and there stood my 10 year old kid sister. Her mouth and eyes popped wide open, but before she could say anything Mom calmly and quietly said to her, "Kathy turn around, march right out of here, your bother's constipated and I'm giving him an enema ...and close the door behind you we need some privacy in here. Aw jeeze, embarrassed isn't a good enough word.
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