Is God My Friend Or Enema?

I'm reading the Book of Mormon even though today I am disgusted with God and Jesus; they've let me down.  I've prayed to them and still find myself in the most deplorable condition: apathetic.  I awaken with a a frown on my face, a bloated face which is victim of Prednisone a drug I have been taking for months no thanks to the unexpected and rapid development of Ulcerative Colitis which is s disease of unknown cause, unknown cure but known to cause possible life threatening complications.  I've nearly bled to death.

I take a daily enema, besides a hand full of drugs.  I've never had an enema until this awful disease came along.  I had my first in the hospital; this was to clean me out for an upcoming colonoscopy. The young lady who administered it was quite kind and tried to be as gentle as possible but how do you softly fill a man's colon with a liter of hot water?  I was instructed to hold the water as long as I could, about five seconds.  There was an adult potty chair at the side of my bed, fortunately.

My daily enema's instructions read: "administer at bedtime and try to retain all night".  I thought,"Oh my God, all night?"  It is my theory that after 90 days, the human can adjust to anything.  Now taking my daily enema is like brushing my teeth and quite often I retain it all night.

Perhaps administering medication rectally makes you mad at God?