I don't know about you, but I absolutely HATE having to take a pill to help fix a problem. Whether it's a Prescription Drug such as Oxytocin, or an Over-The-Counter Medication such as Advil or Tylenol, I don't like my body having to rely on a pill, powder or injection, to help me feel "Normal" again.

COVID-19 has been a real pain in everyone's ass for the better part of 2020. Its taken lives, its bankrupted businesses, and its destroyed economies. But to be honest, up until last week, besides from a few annoyances of having to quarantine, social distance and wash my hands excessively, it really hadn't had that much of an impact on my own day to day life. Unfortunately that all changed last Tuesday though when I was asked/forced to take my first official COVID-19 Test.

The Enema....

Now there are going to be those of you out there that know what an Enema is. And there are going to be those of you out there that think you know what an Enema is, but in fact have no clue. And then there will be those of you out there who are wondering why the hell I'm leading off this week's blog talking about Enemas because you didn't read Part 1 of this 3-Part Blog Series released earlier this week!!!! For these people I suggest you go back and read Part 1 before continuing any further!

Now if you're like I was, and think that you know what an Enema is but in reality have no clue, let me give you Wikipedia's definition for reference: Enema - "An enema, also known as a clyster, is an injection of fluid into the lower bowel by way of the rectum. Also the word Enema can refer to the liquid so injected, as well as to a device for administering such injection.

In other words, the Nurse had me lay on my side while she opened my butt cheeks so she could shoot an entire bunch of liquid up my ass with a hose! ("device")

Let me brief here for a moment and tell you that nothing and I mean NOTHING has ever been "injected", "administered" or "shot up" my ass until that very moment. And let me honest when I tell you that nothing and I mean NOTHING will ever be "injected", "administered" or "shot up" my ass again, unless it's a matter of life and death situation. That liquid traveled into uncharted territory. That liquid went where no woman or man has gone before (in my butt anyways). And that Nurse asked me to hold that liquid in my butt for twenty minutes before releasing (un-clenching).

I used to think I was invincible. I used to think I was indestructible. I used to think I was immune to getting sick. I used to think I was too smart to get injured. I used to think I was too strong to need to rest. I used to think a lot of stupid shit.

But all that changed last Monday, August 3rd, when everything I thought would never happen to me, happened to me hard and happened to me fast......