I was given an enema in the mid 80's at a local hospital prior to undergoing a barium enema X-ray. To my surprise it was a large volume soapsuds one from a clear Vinyl disposable bag & plastic hose/rectal tube.
When I entered the rather large waiting area, already double gowned and wearning paper slippers, I discoverd I was among a mix-gender group of approximately a dozen patients in similar attire. After signing in I took my seat before noticing the closed door to a small examining room between the waiting area and the X-ray lab.
When the door opened a young nurse in scrubs called the woman seated directly in front of me. As she got up and walked through the open door, I spied the full enema bag hung, not from an I/v stand as I would have though, but instead from a hook on the wall directly above the small, white exam table. As the door closed on the rest of us the last words I could make out were: "now this won't be too uncomfortable"
By now I was both a little apprehensive, and being a hopless Klysmo, more than a little excited. Time passed slowly as another three names were called, and the door to the little room opened and closed. Finally, it was my turn to be called and with my heart in my throat I followed the nurse into the small examining room.
There it was, the plump clear bag two thirds full with gray soapsuds, the long plastic hose/nozzle draped over the top, already lubed and waiting.
The young woman was professional and businesslike as she instructed me to remove my top gown before assuming a position on my side facing the wall.
If there was one thing I recall most about the experience is that it was over way too soon. It seems like only minutes after she instructed me to keep my cheeks together that I felt her withdraw the tube and direct me to the adjoining bathroom. When I looked up, more than a fourth of the bag was left. I kind of felt cheated. My mom used to do much better. Anyway,it beat getting one of those puny fleet squeeze bottles, or worse, having to do it myself at home as is now usually the case.
At any rate, the air contrast barium enema I was soon to get next door made up for any lack of volume I got in prep. But, that's another story.