The low oxygen is no longer a mystery. Blood tests confirm that everything is okay and that Ricky simply needs to practice some deep breathing.
Often, when a person experiences trauma, is in extreme pain, or is sedentary for a long period of time (in Ricky's case all three apply), the person will breathe in short, shallow breaths. Ricky has been avoiding deep breathing since the accident. The MRI scans from yesterday show his lungs as kind of flattish (I know that's not really a word, but hey, it's 11:30 pm).
In order to remedy this, Ricky needs to fill those lungs with air. That's extremely difficult when it hurts so bad to breathe, but if he wants to get those "dumb oxygen things" out of his nose and if he wants to go home, he needs to do just that. We have been trying to make a game of it. He is much better at it when he has visitors. He's a good performer for company. When our whole family was in the room tonight, it was the happiest I saw him all day. So, even though it was squishy in the room and kind of stressful for me and Rick, I think it did Ricky good to have all that action. He is a sweet boy who just loves to be around people, especially his family.
The brace should arrive around noon tomorrow. I have promised to bring Ricky a jelly donut from Dunkin Donuts if he will keep doing his breathing (and to entice him with something to eat as he still doesn't have much of an appetite). Maybe he can come home by tomorrow night.

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