Day #2

In the morning, Daddy woke up and

had a headache. He decided to take a pain reliever and when he got up he told mom that

his head was worse, and had to sit down.  He said his headache was really hurting, and that he was going to throw up. He did, and mom asked him "look at me Richard", and he said "I can't even see you." Mom immediately called 911. He was responding very little to the EMTs. By 11:15 he was headed for surgery and we got rather a bleak outlook on things from the surgeon. At 3:30 we were told that he had made it through the surgery. They had removed the rather large hematoma. There was little bleeding and because it was such a slow bleed and in such a favorable location, that things were more in our favor.
However, it was still life threatening. We didn't know if he would be paralyzed, or otherwise incapacitated.

We got to see him for a few minutes around 5:00.

He really looked really good, considering, and we got to

take turns visiting him.

We were told he needed rest and to come back tomorrow.

I think Dad was the only one who got a lot of sleep that night.

The nurse told us that she asked him "if you are Richard, squeeze my hand" and he did!

Charlotte went to visit him and he squeezed her hand a few times when she talked to him.

That made us all extremely happy and gave us hope!!!