A Bit Embarrassing
I have taught for 18 years and have met former students in many different places. Until last year, I never had an enema.
Last year after an annual exam, the doctor ordered an outpatient test. After checking in I was sent upstairs where more information was collected. Then I was called into a room and given a short, drafty hospital gown with the usual instructions of nothing underneath.
A short time later, a nurse came in. We instantly recognized each other. She was a former student. As I tried to keep covered with the gown she spoke a few minutes and said she'd be back to prep me for the exam.
When she returned she told me two enemas would be necessary. Even worse than the idea of a former student giving me an enema was the fact that she placed me on my back with my feet in stirrups for the second enema.
She was very professional at all times although she did laugh at how red my face had turned. After she released the tube and the solution began flowing, I no longer thought about being embarrassed as all I could think about was holding it in.
I never expected a former student to see me that way.