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doug
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Date Posted: Saturday, August 06, 2011, 10:11: pm
I'll never forget the time when I was sick in bed with a cold or flu, and my mom called the doctor, who said to give me a good soap suds enema before he arrived.
I hated enemas, especially at the age of 10.I put up a fuss, and my mom was mad ,having my older sister come in and help with the enema. That made me even more upset. My sister told me to cooperate or mom was going to have the doctor give me the enema. I didn't want that either.
My sister was quick to get my pajamas off while my mom made up the enema.
My mom told my sister to bring me into the bathroom for the enema, and I fought all the way. Finally they both got me over my moms lap who proceeded to stick the big nozzle up my rear, as my sister held my legs apart.
No sooner did the enema begin, a knock on the door, and my sister went to answer it. It wasn't the doctor, but his nurse who showed up. AS my mother was struggling trying to give me the enema, the nurse took over, had my mom take me off her lap and lay down on my back on the bathroom floor.
Then my mom and sister held me while the nurse gave me the enema. She repeated the enema again, after I didn't get good results the first time.
From then on,I cooperated when my mom gave me enemas, as I didn't want my sister around to take part or even watch me take any more enemas. From 11 through about 17, I was through disliking having enemas given to me, and actually started to enjoy my mom giving the enemas to me.
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