My First and Lord Willin' My Last

I remember when I was about eleven I was a bed wetter so my mom took me to the Dr and he suggested kidney problems etc. So I went to the Hendricks County Hospital for a tasty barium milk shake and then x rays. After the x rays the Dr was consulting with my mother and he advised her that I would be more than likely constipated from the barium. He then told her that I should take one or better yet two teaspoons of Castor oil so as to make me regular again, if that did not work then I would require an enema. On the walk to the car I asked my mother what Castor oil was and she explained that I would have trouble pooping and if I drank this oil I would probably poop and not require an enema. I then asked...Whats an enema....Long pause then a delicate explanation, then me asking again, more of the same. I could not fathom such a thing, I was in denial, honest to God I thought it was some sort of cruel joke.
So the next day its time to drink the Castor oil, well you know that shit tastes just like oil, it really is a vile viscous concoction of the devil or worse, so I went out on the porch and spit it out and then my mom told me I would need an enema if I did not poop soon. I just could not imagine this being reality so I just thought it would all go away.
Oh a day or two passed and no poop. I should have just taken the Castor oil.

Kind Regards JW