"Dad is a Bad A"

Jimmy and I are tag-teaming our shifts.  He stayed the night with Ricky and I went to a hotel down the street catch a few hours sleep.

Ricky had a rough night.  Could have been a bad reaction to anesthesia.  He was sick and passed out when trying to walk.   Ricky was out cold.  Jimmy quickly grabbed him while the nurses called for back-up help.  When Ricky came to, he looked at his dad and said, "Man you're pretty strong, you been working out?"

Between cleaning up vomit and catching Ricky, Jimmy was the hero of the night.  When I got here early this morning, Ricky looked up at me and whispered, "Dad is a bad A."

The doctor will be in shortly but so far, Ricky is looking good and feeling a bit better than yesterday.  I will post more later.

In the meantime, here are a few pictures taken last night.   Check out the picture of Ricky - he wanted to send his siblings a picture message.  The view from Ricky's room is awesome.  Ricky, with his interest in the medical field, is thrilled we are overlooking the helipad for Life Flight.  He's very involved in his recovery, asking questions, etc.