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Brett
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Date Posted: Thursday, August 09, 2012, 06:31: pm
I had to have an operation for an abdominal hernia when I was only 11. My parents had to leave me at the hospital the evening before surgery so they could prep me. A nurse named Amanda came into my room and took my vitals..temperature(not rectal this time)blood pressure, etc. A plebotomist arrived shortly after to get a blood sample. I was scared of needles, but she was super nice and didn't hurt me one bit. Amanda took me down the hall to a room, and I had to lay on an exam table. She hooked me up to wires all over my chest and legs...my first EKG. When she got me back to my room, she had me lay on the bed on my back. She reached under my gown and pulled my underwear off, saying "need to take these off sweetheart, I've got to get one more thing out of the way and you'll be ready." It didn't immediately register what "one more thing" meant until Amanda proceeded to explain to me on the level of an apprehensive 11 year old......"Brett, sweetheart, you're gonna be pretty sore after surgery tommorrow. It'll be alot of trouble trying to get you up to go use the bathroom, and if you have to do #2, you might strain and hurt yourself. I have to do something right now so you won't have to worry about it, okay". I said "okay", not knowing yet what she was about to tell me. She said "I'm gonna have to give you something called an enema to make you poop, so you won't have to worry about it later. It's just a little warm water that has to go up your bottom." I was in shock. A pretty, young nurse was about to stick something up my butt, and I was scared to death. My parents weren't there to comfort me, and I was afraid I'd be in trouble if I tried to refuse. I almost started to cry, but Amanda said "please don't cry honey, I promise you it won't hurt." Another younger nurse showed up and tried telling me the same thing "nothing to it sweetheart, be over in just a couple minutes." I saw Amanda filling a small clear bag with milky colored stuff in it. She hung the full bag on an IV stand, and snapped a 1/2" dia white nozzle with a couple holes at the end on the clear tubing. She took a foil pack of vaseline and smeared a good amound all over the end of the nozzle. By now, I was about over the initial shock of what was going to happen. I just wanted it to be over with. Amanda came around the right side of my bed and pulled the covers down. She dimmed the lights in the room, and opened the bathroom door. She slid her right hand under my legs and said "let me get ya turned over on your left side hon." She helped me position my left arm behind my back, the had me bring both knees up to my chest. I heard her putting on exam gloves, and my heart started pounding...this was it. She raised my gown so my butt was showing. Amanda said "I'm going to put some extra vaseline on your bottom okay. You're gonna feel me touch you back here, so try not to tense up." I felt a gentle finger swipe between my cheeks and around my anus. Then Amanda said "I'm putting the nozzle in hon, need you to take a deep breath." I did, and felt her part my cheeks, then with an audible "slurp", it was in. It wasn't all that bad. It felt like a rectal thermometer did when I was younger, only the nozzle was in me alot further. Next, I felt a quick rush of warmth in my waist and bottom. Didn't even seem to take but a minute, and Amanda said "alright honey, were almost done." She said "I'm going to help you to the bathroom now, but I can't take the tube out till I've got you over the commode." She had me squat back, then a slight burning discomfort as she pulled the nozzle out. She made me set down immediately. The nozzle she had just pulled out of me had poop on it, and I was so embarrassed. Amanda didn't even acknowledge it. As she was putting the used enema kit in the trash she said "Brett, hold that as long as you can sweetheart till the urge gets too strong to hold it." I wasn't on the commode 2 minutes until the biggest pain hit me I'd ever felt, then I exploded. I swear stuff came out of me I had eaten in kindergarten. I cleaned myself, but Amanda helped give me a shower, which I still found embarrassing because she now saw everything. But Amanda was a great nurse that got me through a dreaded and embarrassing ordeal. If I ever have to get another enema in the hospital, I hope she's the one that does it.
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