So, I had bariatric surgery done almost 4 years ago and I've had NUMEROUS complications and illness ever since.
Probably 5 hospitalizations. 4-5 major surgeries following.
Anyway, this was not funny at the time (as I was pretty ill) but three years later, I can appreciate the humor in how just utterly clueless people can be.
I had to get a barium enema (first ever enema). On my side in radiology. The radiology tech is hanging the bag and priming the tubing.
At the time, I had an open pilonidal cyst (if you don't know what it is you probably don't want to look it up) at the base of my tailbone. At the TOP of my butt.
The radioligy tech is all sunshine and flowers like "are you ready?!"
Guess where she begins to violently shove the enema tubing?
I said, as calmly as I could, "Excuse me, but you're not in the right place."
RT: "It's okay! Sometimes there's resistance."
Me: "No. You don't understand, you're NOT IN THE RIGHT PLACE."
Afterwards, when I got up to expel the solution, the back of my gown looked like a murder scene. I've given enemas in my day and I guess the first clue for me would have been the blood? Nope.
