Swiff. I will always remember it. It's a sodium phosphate laxative commonly used for cleansing the bowel before surgery and I think of it as the human version of drain-o. My doctor had given me a small bottle with simple instructions, 45ml in the morning and 45 ml at night. Warning had been given that it didn't taste very nice so mixing it in with some lemon and lime fruit juice, which I bought yesterday, seemed to make it palatable. All I shall say is that it was very effective...
Combined with the enema from the night before, it wasn't long before I was feeling drained. Excuse the bad pun, but not just physically, but also emotionally. I couldn't bear to think of drinking any of that soup that I thought I had cleverly bought and sustained myself only on fruit juice, water and soy milk when I ran out of the former.
It wasn't long before the discomfort and the uncertainty of what was to happen the following day took it's toll. Between sessions of rushing to the toilet, it was all I could do to climb into bed and curl up and weep. Fear crept into my mind and I felt alone and scared. I tried to stifle my crying for the sake of any who may have been in adjacent rooms, but I couldn't help it and I wept..
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