Ow.

Check out that belly! I found out today that Ricky has been continuing to refuse his Miralax and hasn't pooped in at least 3 days. The nurse and psychiatrist first called me wen I was on my way up there because Ricky was refusing to let the nurse change his port needle. I kept trying to speak with Ricky on the phone and he kept hanging up on me! SIIIIGH.

Dave had gotten Misty from the house for his weekend, so it was just Andrew and me, which was good. When I got there I put the numbing cream on Ricky's port area, gloved up, and with the nurse's assistance I accessed his port. Just like that.

But the emergent issue was his belly. It was huuuuge. The pulmonologist was really irate about it even though I tried to explain that Ricky's bipolar disorder makes things more complicated.

So they said he needed to drink 2.5L (8 cups I think?) of the lovely Go-Lytely so he would poop. The whole evening he managed to get down 5 cups and it was nauseating him. He was in a LOT of pain too. He also had an enema and that was the only time he pooped -- and it wasn't very much.

When he had finally had enough and was curled up on the bathroom floor :( the nurse paged the resident. And continued to page him for two hours while he was admitting another patient. Sigh again. When he finally showed up he said that was enough Go-Lytely. I had my doubts but I was (am) exhausted so I settled Ricky in bed with a hot pad on his belly and Andrew and I left.

I sure hope the kid poops. I know for sure he won't be refusing his Miralax again. When he was writhing on the bathroom floor, he swore it!

Tomorrow we'll be having Easter preparations at my mom's and at the hospital. I haven't seen my mom since Tuesday, and I miss her!

Goodnight.