In Enema We Trust

I am crouched on the bedroom floor. I am laughing. My cat is sitting on the end of the bed looking bewildered. My husband is also laughing. He is also facilitating an enema into my rear end. This wasn’t in the marriage handbook! It is in this moment that I realise how lucky I am. 

Let's backtrack...

I recently came home from a night out and lay down in bed. Suddenly, I was overcome with the most intense pain on the right side of my abdomen. I crawled to the toilet and vomited, then crawled back to bed. The pain did not stop.

Had I eaten something funny?

Maybe my appendix had burst.

My husband called the ambulance. The two female ambulance officers came into the apartment and came face-to-face with my cat.

“Oh what a beautiful looking cat! What’s his name?? Can I pat him?”

Ummm, guys, I feel like I’m dying over here. Little help?

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