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>I received my first enema when I was in grade school. >I had gone into the hospital to have my tonsils >removed---a common operation during the 1950's. > >The morning of the operation a nurse walked into my >room carrying a metal can filled with water, that had >a hose connected. She asked, "Henry, have you ever had >an enema?" > >I almost jumped out of the bed. I had never had an >enema, but I knew what an enema was. I thought they >were give with small red bulbs, not large metal cans. >I asked the nurse why I needed an enema, since I had a >BM the day before. She explained that enemas are given >to patients before surgery to make sure that they are >totally cleaned out. She then explained what she was >going to do, and told me that enemas can be >uncomfortable. > >The next thing I knew I was turned over, the nozzle >was inserted in my butt, and I had water running in >me. It wasn't too bad at first, but towards the end I >started to get a stomach ache and began to feel >nauseous. That feeling continued as I sat on the >toilet expelling the enema. And even when I thought >that I was finished, I had to run back into the >bathroom two more times. > >For the remainder of my hospital stay everytime a >nurse entered my room I got scared and hoped that I >wasn't going to get another enema. But I didn't. >Although during the hospital stay I did receive >numerous rectal thermometers in my butt, as well as a >shot in the butt before the operation. > >My next exposure to enemas was not one that I >received, but rather one that somebody else received. >I was in my Senior Year of High School. I visited my >girlfriend who was in the hospital. > >Her mother and I were in her room together, when a >nurse entered carrying a metal enema can, similar to >the one that was used on me 9 years earlier. Before >the nurse could even ask us to leave, her mother got >up and signalled me to follow her into the hall. > >It was probably 20 minutes or so later when the nurse >came out and told us we could return. The room smelled >awful. I wasn't sure is she had expelled the enema on >a bedpan, or if maybe she had been unable to hold it, >and had let some of it out on the bed. She said, "I >guess that I really needed that." Her mother put her >fingers on her nose, which didn't help matters any. > >I often wonder if it hadn't been for that enema that I >had in the hospital whether or not I would have gotten >the interest in this subject?

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