A Suppository Story
I'm only twenty years old, but I have faced my share of bowel problems in life already. I had very serious problems with constipation in my early teens and had intense colonic blockages, enough so that I almost passed out upon one simple press of my upper left abdomen under my ribcage. As a young adult, I have developed multiple sclerosis, which is just now beginning to wreak havoc on my GI tract. This is my story of a hellish trip to the ER that was just last week.
I hadn't had a bowel movement in two weeks. I was in such pain and in such agony from my stomach that I attempted to manually remove my own poop from my ass. I dug out a few small chunks, but not much could be done after that. I've had to become a shameless shitter due to other health problems, namely Graves' disease, another autoimmune disease (this one of the thyroid), but having to go to the ER for a second time in two months for a bowel blockage was not my idea of fun, especially with having to deal with a male doctor this time. My boyfriend is the only male in the world who I would have no problem shitting directly in front of, and even that scarcely occurs.
So I ended up going to the ER. This particular hospital was not doing well financially, so obviously doctors were running short. Thus, I unfortunately ended up with a male doctor, moreover, a male doctor who made me wait two hours before he could even see me. The ER was very full that night, so full that it had to be shut down because there were too many patients. I am not in any way sexist--I am a feminist; but I am also a sexual assault survivor, so having male doctors working on intimate parts of my body has not been easy for me the past few years. The doctor ordered X-rays of my abdomen and, an hour later, I was whisked away to the X-ray room.
The X-ray tech was pretty cool. Male, but at least I was able to change behind a curtain. He was telling me all about these home remedies that some witch doctor concocted up for his mother that helped her out; I can't even recall the names of anything that was in them. Despite my inability to stand up perfectly straight due to my MS, the X-rays did show the blockage in my intestine that I had suspected all along. And what did the doctor think it was related to? MS. My bladder control has already diminished; isn't it time for bowel problems now? Oh goody.
The doctor ordered an enema, and I was relieved that I would be out of that ER in no time ... or so I thought. I had to administer the enema myself despite having a female nurse, and the only thing it dislodged was copious amounts of gas, and believe me, copious is an understatement. I started off on the toilet to see if any poop would come out, but all that emerged from my rear end was a gigantic blast of intestinal gas. It would not have surprised me a bit if the entire ER heard that blast--it was so loud, especially echoing into the toilet. Eventually, I realized I wasn't going to poop, so I headed back to my bed. Suddenly, I felt what felt to be a huge diarrhea cramp and ran back to the bathroom but, again, nothing but gallons and gallons of gas (and the enema). I decided it was safe to go back to bed and just fart in bed so I wasn't wasting bathroom space for anyone else who needed it.
I told the nurse that the enema had not worked, which now meant that the doctor had to come in and remove the blockage with his bare hands. I shuddered at the thought of this and tried to go into a state of zen, but nothing was made better, not even the attempt at manual unblocking. The blockage was too far up to be pulled out by hand. And so came the worst treatment of all, which would prove to be even worse than a male doctor sticking his fingers up my ass: the suppository.
I got the female nurse to administer the bullet-sized suppository of Dulcolax, after which she said it should take fifteen-to-thirty minutes to start working. I relaxed in bed for a little while, until my stomach began to cramp. It cramped so hard that I started to feel nauseated. I was sure I was about to puke right then and there; thankfully I didn't, but it gives you an idea of just how sudden and horrible this nausea was. I wasn't able to feel it down below, but I knew it was time to head to the bathroom.
I tried to relax as best I could, but I was so sick to my stomach that I couldn't relax even when I concentrated. Eventually my body started to go into abdominal spasms, and the drug practically forced my body to shove all the backed up poop out of my body. I had no control over when I pushed; my body just pushed when it wanted to. The cramps were unbearable, the nausea intolerable, the amount of poop coming out of me unbelievable. I had about three feet of backed-up shit in my bowel, and it took a powerful suppository to force my body to get rid of it. I had been in the ER for four hours already, and I tried not to take up too much time in the bathroom, but I found myself unable to tell when my body was going to start pushing. I waited a good twenty minutes before I even got up to wipe. That toilet bowl was coated in shit, and I feel sorry for the janitor who had to clean the toilet that morning.
I finally left the ER at around 1:30 in the morning, having been there for about six hours. Never in my life have I had such a hellish experience in an ER, nor such a long wait. This was my first experience with a suppository; I had been given a prescription for ten days supply. (I was not about to fill it, no matter what; I was definitely not about to go through that same hell again.) I'm not sure if all suppositories are like that, nor do I want to find out. I've been trying to research different kinds of suppositories online, but nothing seems to be bringing up the kind of experience I endured. But I will definitely say that unless my life is in immediate danger (and I mean immediate), I will never use another suppository again.