Monday, August 18, 2008

My First Colonic

Same Shit. Different Day.

So yesterday I finally went for my first colonic - otherwise known as Colon Hydrotherapy, Colon Irrigation, Colon Cleansing, Intestinal Mucosoid Plaque Removal, Glorified Enema or Deluxe Assisted Water-Up-The-Ass Crap. (Thanks, George Carlin. R.I.P.)

It was at a pretty swish place just 15 mins away (5 on a Sunday morning); the building, housing a medical research centre and presumably fairly busy on weekdays, was empty save for a flea-ridden mongrel curled up at the locked main doors at 9:50am this Sunday. I found a side entrance open, took the elevator up to the 9th floor and found The Colon Therapy Centre.

The place was small but seemed clean and calm, with friendly female staff (’certified colon therapists’: imagine that going down with your high-school career counselor) and requisite vanilla-spa pan-pipe music. I was welcomed with a quick smile and jumped straight to the Fill Out These Forms stage, certifying that I was not a patient of Heart Disease or Hemorrhoids, did not suffer from Rheumatoid Arthritis, Depression or Suicidiality as far as I could tell, that I’d had Eczema and stitches on my head in the past, that I did not consume Alcohol daily but did drink coffee 5 times a week (ok I lied a bit - these forms make you feel like such an unhealthy loser. maybe i *do* suffer from mild depression. and there was this one time when… anyways), and that I thought I didn’t get enough fresh air or exercise in my day, and I could do with several kilos off my body. Most importantly, I read the paragraph stating that I’d been explained all the risks and contraindications for this Treatment (I had not - the receptionist had only asked over the phone the day before whether I’d ever had abdominal surgery), that the procedure had been outlined to me clearly (not beyond my own research online at home the night before) and all my questions answered to my satisfaction (I wasn’t given the chance), and that if by some chance my colon exploded or my pancreas dissolved and I died in the process, the Centre took no responsibility whatsoever. I signed on the dotted line below.

My therapist Zarin, who was hovering nearby with a big smile waiting for me to finish, politely snatched up the clipboard & pen and led me straight into one of the 3 treatment rooms. It was clean, modern-looking and the aromatherapy candle made it smell pleasant and relaxing, like a massage room rather than a House of Poo. There was a screen between the door and the Poo Basin, ensuring that if anyone walked in they wouldn’t be staring straight at you lying on your back shitting with a tube up your ass.

The Poo Basin itself looked like an elevated bathtub with a hole cut out in the middle, attached to a large box that housed the triple-filtration machines and temperature controls for the water, along with the waste drainage system. From the bottom of the Basin into the drainage box ran a wide, clear plastic tube, lit from below with a mirror positioned over it at a 45-degree angle so that I could see the contents of the tube from my lying-down position atop the Basin.

After a quick explanation from Zarin (Filtration system. Temperature control. Flow speed control. Water pipe. Disposable one-time-use sterile nozzle. Lubricant. Your Ass Goes Here. Magazines. Tummy massager. Emergency bell & flow stop buttons. Sprayer & tissues to clean up. I’ll keep checking on you every few minutes.), I undressed from the waist down, hopped up onto the Basin (well, “climbed up gingerly” is more like it: I was paranoid I’d slip and fall right onto the nozzle and jam it accidentally up my rectum), covered myself with the Token Discretion Sheet, attempted and failed to insert the lubricated nozzle, and pushed the bell for Zarin. She snapped on latex gloves, told me to relax - you can NEVER relax when someone tells you to; must be some kind of ancient defensive evolutionary strategy - and with brief, mild discomfort inserted the nozzle correctly. It really isn’t that wide or long or unpleasant at all, actually. It also helps that of late I’ve been more open to experimentation with that orifice. Anyways, back to the point.

She started the water flow, and this was probably the weirdest sensation of the whole ordeal, although it lasted only for a few seconds: water slightly cooler than body temperature rising up through the initial stretches of my colon. It was a bit cold and even ticklish at first, but my body adjusted quickly. Very soon, I felt the urge to ‘expel’, as it’s called, and with Zarin’s encouragement, did. Initially it was just water coming out, clear, as it hadn’t reached up very far yet (all this I was observing with great fascination in the mirror in front of me). Apparently the nozzle is such that no Stuff or liquid flows back down into it; it remains inserted, pushing water up; the anus expands enough to expel stuff around the nozzle into the basin below. Weird. But true.

And so it continued, with intermittent bouts of debris-expulsion alternating with clear water flow. I was too fascinated looking at the stuff coming out to be overly concerned with the waves of peristalsis that were sweeping through my insides. I played around with the tummy-massager for a bit - but got distracted by thoughts of using it as a vibrator in lower regions - so eventually put it away and went back to massaging my abdomen with my hands, like Zarin showed me.

She kept popping in at regular intervals to check on me, and seemed pleased with how I was doing. The feeling of slight embarrassment was mine and mine alone; I guess she’s seen enough by now so that more shit from another asshole was nothing to write home about.

I guess I should explain why I wanted to do this in the first place; the best I can do is that I’ve been keen on it for a while, and wanted to see if there really was all this gunk lodged way up in my intestines that was clinging to the sides and wouldn’t come out on its own. For all the naysayers: my experience was above-average; there was a fair amount of ‘debris’ that I’m pretty sure wouldn’t have come out in my morning dump that day or 3 days from then. The stuff at the top, that came out towards the end, was also of a much darker colour and compressed, stringy consistency. Also, I didn’t do this in conjunction with any special diet of liquids/juices/supplements, psyllium husk or bentonite clay drinks, so whatever came out wasn’t influenced by the intake of stuff outside of my regular diet.

10 litres of water later, the whole thing was over and done. I cleaned up and dressed quickly, feeling good but not insanely high or converted to the cult or anything. Another clipboard session (this time it was the Feedback Form) along with a small cup of green tea out in the reception area, quick tips on what I should eat for the rest of the day (live-culture yogurt, non-oily, non-spicy, home-cooked vegetarian food) and shouldn’t (raw veggies and fruit), paid for my session and I was outta there.

As I got crossed the road to my car, I saw a Cute Guy getting out of his, clearly headed to the Colon Centre, and it cracked me up inside to think of a hypothetical future dinner party conversation: “So where’d you two meet?” “At the Colon Therapy Centre” / “While getting our asses cleansed”. I think I giggle-snorted out loud.

I got into the car and drove straight to the bookstore near my house, where there was a sale going on, and not only found the book I was looking for (probably the first time this has happened to me in this store), but 5 others as well as a 5-rupee coin. A special day indeed. And as I headed home with my clean colon and new books, it occurred to me that the shitty state (ha) my relationship is in at the moment (like it has been in so many other moments) was like having a colonic without the drainage system: I’m getting it up the ass and surrounded by a pool of shit, and it’s useful to me only as long as I can get the shit out of my system, get off the nozzle and walk away.

I’m going to be making shit jokes for next several days.

7 Comments:

Blogger hingshuti said...

fascinating stuff!

10:17 AM  
Blogger Tygr Tygr Burning Bright said...

as fascinating as this may be isn't this more scatological than er.. loo-ological?

1:05 AM  
Blogger blinknmiss said...

why would anybody do such things on their own free will? do tell.

4:33 AM  
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2:49 AM  
Blogger RBC said...

Firefly,
The last bit of extract was probably half digested food and therefore looked different.
There's isn't much evidence that colonics do any good, and if you are older they can do a lot of harm. Diverticulitis is not pleasant. A colonic once in a while is ok, but not as a regular thing.

9:30 PM  
Blogger Bhooter Raja said...

while this may be more scatological rather than lavatorial, yet it is fascinating and makes for an interesting read.

7:31 AM  
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