Still, it wouldn’t hurt to try and sit on the toilet for ten minutes or so after lunch and give it my best shot. I went back to my bedroom to the attached bathroom that was only for me. The feel of the cold, porcelain surface against the bare skin on my bottom wasn’t something I had ever gotten used to. I squeezed every muscle I could think of, mentally strained as long as I could, fidgeted back and forth. Nothing came out, not so much as a drop splashing down into the toilet bowl.
I returned to my bed and turned on the small TV that was sitting on the dresser on the opposite side of the room. Video games were a no go.