After much effort and lots of Fleets, Daddy's bowels are on the move. He called me yesterday to tell me he was heading to the hospital. I ask him why and he told me he can't poop (he didn't use those words). I called his nurse and she called him and told him to sit tight (no pun intended). She called me and sent to Wal Mart with a list of thinks sure to get things moving. After several hours and to many stories about KY Jelly, he decided to go to bed and tttrrryyy to sleep ( "but it's hard to sleep when your butt is burning"). This morning there was still no action. I returned to Daddy's for another dose of fleets, ex-lax, and yes KY Jelly, things finally moved later in the morning. When I called to talk to him this afternoon, he said he "filled the toilet". I know now why Gail is a nurse and I am a pre-school teacher.
How did you all spend your Labor Day!
Jo-D
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