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Subject: waiting was the worst part Author: Nick (fearfully anticipating a shot) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Saturday, September 13, 2014, 06:24: pm Growing up in the era of penicillin shots my greatest fear was always getting an injection in my bottom. When ill I spent all day in dread anticipation because the doctor never came until late afternoon. Just as I was beginning to hope he had forgotten or was too busy, he arrived. The examination was a further apprehensive wait for me as I nervously watched every time he reached into his bag and was relieved to see him produce anything other than a syringe. In spite of such momentary relief, there always came the dread instruction to roll over for a shot. I then had to lie prone with my bottom bare while the injection was prepared, burying my face in the pillow in fearful anticipation. Eventually I felt the alcolol swab on my naked buttock, followed the the jab, which hurt, and then the injection, which hurt even more. After a minute or so, it was all over and, sore though my bottom remained, at least I no longer had anything to worry about - until next time. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Mark [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Sunday, September 14, 2014, 02:09: pm I was 15 or 16 sick for 3 days and yes the antipation of the shot was miserable but with our family doctor the only thing worse than the shot in the butt was the recommendation that mom should give me an enema.,and the trifecta was the rectal thermometer. So first it was the call to Dr. Sharer then the anticipation of the house call just before dinner. He took my temperature in my butt with moms thermometer, then the fever announcement 103. Then the shot in the butt...ouch! I would be praying please no enema talk please no enema talk. Then he would give me a tap on the butt and say ever so casually Peggy I think you should give Mark an enema before bed. The dread would shoot through my body as she hung on every word he said. Oh yes Dr I was planning on giving Marjy an enema but thank you for confirming it. You hear that Marky? No arguing. After dinner I will be back with to give you an enema. Thank you Dr. Marky say thank you to Dr Sharer. I'm thinking thank him for what! But I would quietly thank him dreading the impending enemas. Mom brought me some crushed ice and ginger ale that I sipped on while everyone else ate dinner. Then I heard mom.get up.from.the table announcing that it was time for her to give Mark an enema. I tried to pretend I was fast asleep as she came into my room and told me to come with her to the bathroom. I took my place in the tub on my belly ss mom filled the beg with warm soapy water and hung it from.the towel rack. She got on her knees and pushrdbthe nozzle in and the enema started to flow. After an hour and 3 enemas later I gratefully crawled in to bed. Thank God my fever broke that night. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Todd [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Wednesday, June 10, 2015, 11:35: pm My mom gave my twin brother Ted an enema every week until we left for college. He was just a constipated kid. I remember secretly wishing that I was the one behind the bathroom door getting my butt purged. Every month or so I would act constipated and finally mom would look at me and tell me that I needed an enema. I would quietly protest but couldn't wait to feel the nozzle going in and the click of the hose clamp as the warm soapy water invaded my butt. I would squirm and fuss as mom held the hose and pushed the nozzle in me. I couldn't wait until enema #2 started. Off the subject here but had to share. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Mike [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Tuesday, June 30, 2015, 05:11: pm Waiting for the needle was more excruciating than the shot. Bare assed on the doctors table then the cool swab of alcohol as a disinfectant....then the jab of the needle in my butt. Ugh. Worse than the shot was the ride home sitting on my sore butt listening to mom tell me that as soon as we got home she was giving me an enema. Double ugh. My poor butt. Mom would give me 2 or 3 soapy enemas that really cleaned me out. Now I had a sore butt from the shot and a burning butt from the soapy enemas. It burned so much I asked mom to rinse me out with a plain water enema before I went to bed. I was almost 18 and after that night I gave myself an enema when I needed one. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Remembers [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Friday, July 03, 2015, 10:40: am For better or worse, there was no waiting needed for mom to get our family doctor's order or permission to give me a "good" enema if I was sick in bed and slow in the BM department. The butt shots, few and far between as I grew up, were a lot quicker than the enema sessions of course and became matter of fact. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Billy [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, July 25, 2015, 12:07: pm i can still hear Mom on the phone with the doctor. I would be laying on the couch in my PJ 's. I was 17 and home from school with a fever and throwing up. Then I heard the word. Enema. I was fucked. She hung up the phone and went to the bathroom linen closet where the enema bag lived. I pretended to sleep but could mom in the bathroom running water. Ugh. I knew there was no way out. Then there she was next to the couch. Come with me Billy the doctor told me to give you an enema. No mom please I don't need an enema. No use talking. She took my hand and gently pulled me up from the couch. The next thing I knew I was laying in the tub with just my PJ top on on mom was sticking the nozzle in me. Click. The warm soapy water started to fill my butt. Ugh. I would look over my shoulder and see the bag hanging on the towel rack on a coat hanger. It would about 10 minutes fit mom to give me the first enema. Always 3 enemas then I went to bed for a nap. She would leave the bag/hose in the bathroom so I knew there was more to come. Later that day after my brother was home from school she would give me another enema but this time she had Mike hold the enema bag. Not sure why he had to be involved but he liked watching me squirm in the tub with the hose in my butt. The enemas continued 2x a day until I went back to school. I secretly liked the attention and even liked the enemas. Mike got the same treatment when he was sick and I would assist. The worst part of being sick was the phone call to the doc and the message from his nurse to give us enemas. But I knew what the routine was and got used to it. Mom gave me enemas until I was 23. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Nathan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Thursday, August 13, 2015, 11:52: pm when mom announced that I needed an enema I would have to wait in my room while she prepared the bag. She would yell down the hall from the bathroom for me to come to the bathroom, but to take my pants off first. I would kick my jeans off and slowly make my way to the bathroom where mom was waiting with the bulging enema bag, she would have me lay over her lap as she was in position on an armless chair, the bag hanging from a hook over her shoulder. Down would go my underpants and in would go the nozzle! Click. The warm soapy water would flow into me. After what seemed an eternity the bag was empty and out would come the nozzle. The feeling of relief as what seemed to be hundreds of marbles dumped out of me. 2 or 3 enemas later I was empty and mom was happy. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: Mike [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Sunday, September 20, 2015, 02:56: pm Mom never asked if I was constipated but she always knew when I was. I would be irritable and no appetite. The day after Halloween when i was 15 she knew I ate too much candy. When I left for school she told me that tonight was enema night. My heart would jump into my throat and I would be thinking about it all day. My friend Ben asked what what wrong with me and I told him about the impending enema. He smiled and said his mom gave him one over the weekend and that I probably needed it. I thought about it all the way home on the bus. Sure as hell when i got home from school mom had the enema ready to go. Next thing I knew I was bent over the side of the tub with the enema rushing into my butt. Finally the waiting was over and the Enema was in progress. The waiting was the worst part as the enema really made me feel better. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> Subject: Re: waiting was the worst part Author: greg (back in early 60's) [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, August 15, 2015, 05:56: pm In a rural area--50+ yrs ago our town doc made house calls and the one time I was really sick he gave me shots in the butt and returned every day for a few days and did the same--then I got well! Unlike others I was not nervous it was just part of being sick---M aybe you had more painful shotss mine were just the same as a shot in the arm--I was 15/16 and knew doc all my life--so his seeing my bare butt was nothing In fact I think my mom stayed in the room when I got the shots---which was not a big deal for me---Perhaps others had more painful shots [ Post a Reply to This Message ]