Well, we're in the hospital again. Cole was severely constipated today, and after talking with the doctor twice, he told us to come to the hospital. They admitted Cole after taking some x-rays. He is officially FoS. I'll leave it to you, my witty reader, to figure out what that means. :P
So, here we are again. To add fuel to the fire, Cole now has a temperature, so we would have been here either which way.
They're going to put an NG tube in (in his nose) and pump him full of "Go Lightly", which I'm sure is a euphimism. This will, presumably, make him "Go Lightly" for a while, thus clearing out his bowels. The whole process sounds unpleasant to me, and I'm assured it is.
They're going to culture his picc line to see if it's infected. Also, right now, his picc line isn't drawing easily, so they're having a problem getting blood out of his picc line. These are obviously things we don't want, as either could mean having to put in a new picc. Not a horrible thing, but definitely not an easy thing for Cole.
Let me share a few thoughts about being in the hospital, now. I'm tired of being here, and I'm tired of meeting and being polite to new people. I'm tired of listening to Cole cry and become distraught when every new person walks through the door. I'm not tired of Cole, mind you, I'm just tired of having to comfort him through all the new people coming in that he doesn't know. I'm tired of telling him that "it's OK", when, really, it's not. I'm tired of telling him "almost done" when I know that once they finish this procedure, they'll just have to do another soon anyways.
To add to matters, we just found out that someone screwed up in the ED and didn't treat his picc line correctly, thus causing it to clot off. They're going to have to start an IV to get him his much needed antibiotics and platelets.
This day has sucked.
