The Boy fell asleep at 6:30. I tried to wake him at 7:30, and again at 8:00, to no avail. So, one of two things is going to happen: Either he's going to wake up at midnight and play until 3 or 4AM, or he's going to sleep through until 4AM or so and be awake for the duration. I'm obviously hoping for the latter, because it's 10:20PM now and I'm not asleep. Not for lack of trying, but... heck. I'd gotten good at sleeping when he does, and I'm out of practice.
He took his minoxidil quite well; he didn't even wake up! I don't know whether to be happy about that, or depressed that it's gotten so routine. I don't think this pill is as noxious as some of the others, so we have that going for us. Joyce is on duty tonight, and we like her. She's a cool chick and a good nurse; she's one of the ones that would be a cool person to go have some beers with. There's a few of them on the floor. She still calls me Mr. Musical Daddy instead of my first name, but that's life.
Potassium was at 5.2, which is an improvement over the 5.4 from this afternoon but not as good as the 5.0 from this morning and is an improvement over the 6.0 from admission. I'm hoping to keep it under 6, because 6 is the magic number that means Butt Medicine. I don't want to give Butt Medicine. Next time, though, I'm going to learn to do it, and I'll do it myself. No more semi-competent nurses, just semi-competent Musical Daddys.
Don't get me wrong; I don't really want to know how to give enemas to infants. Given the choice, however...
Anyway. I watched the end of Hellboy II: The Golden Army, which is a fun fantasy movie. I just finished and turned in a 65 page research prospectus (up from the measly 42 pager that I turned in in April), which means that I have only one more project to complete. In a moment, I'm going to brush my teeth and do other nighttime ablutions, then climb into bed and watch Burn Notice and maybe Warehouse 13.
Thank G-d for my iPods and my technical knowledge. I'd then be stuck... shudder... reading books or something.