Right before zero hour, I showered and scrubbed like I'd never done before in my life. We got the tip in me without any real difficulty. They're a large healthcare organization. Overall, Kate was extremely helpful and promised to contact all the gastroenterologists to see if anyone would weigh in. Maybe they were having a laugh, and I ended up becoming the joke for trying it myself. In a recent lengthy thread on an infamous and private Facebook group for women in Southern California, users mentioned getting cocaine blown—literally blown, not inserted—up their butts. But I wasn't feeling anything, so we moved on to round two. Coke can make you have to shit as it is. Maybe I have a broken ass, and am doomed to never fully tap into the sensory pleasure center that others have there.