Third night of little sleep and a lot of discomfort. I finally broke down and administered an enema this morning. It produced a little result. Encouraging, but I wish it was more immediately helpful.
Our brave guy is on the sofa, trying to keep himself occupied. It still hurts.
Why, oh why, oh why, oh why does his constipation keep coming back and being so bad? I wish I knew.
I keep trying to be calm and patient. And James shows me the meaning of endurance.
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