Author:
Catherine A.
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Date Posted: Sunday, June 27, 2010, 10:46: pm
I remember a cold, rainy afternoon right after New Years when I was in bed with a splitting headache. My husband was watching a football game, but he came into our bedroom, sat down on the bed and asked how I was feeling. Half joking, I told him I could really use an enema right now. "You
serious?" he asked. "Well...yes," I remember saying, "but you're watching that game." He told me a few minutes remained until halftime -- and if I needed enema, I would need to remind how I wanted it done. He hadn't given me an enema since I bought a new syringe and tube, which was quite a while ago.
I still didn't think he would actually do this, but at halftime, there he was sitting on the side of our bed, asking what to do. Despite my headache, I must admit it was exciting walking him through the preparation, which he did in the bathroom. I could hear the water running, the swishing of the soap in the basin (I asked him to use my Conti Castile) and then hubby pouring the warm water with the soap into the bag. I loved the feeling of anticipation and the fact that I wasn't having to do anything but lay in bed. And when it was time to insert the tube and begin the enema, all I needed to do was turn on my side and start some slow, deep breathing. Hubby even pulled down my pajama bottoms.
Now, that's what I call a "favorite" enema.
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