nono

I love Nono, he's so cute. I visited him in the hospital today. He had surgery, I think on something to do with his bladder.

I still understand less than half of the things he tells me. I brought him a CD player and some Argentine Tango music. He hummed along to some of it, it was cute. He's not feeling well. He complained a lot. He called me about an hour after I left and asked me why I didn't take the radio with me and to please come get it. I didn't understand exactly, but I think he's afraid someone will steal it. I told him I would come tomorrow and if he didn't want to hear the music to have one of the nurses turn it off (or I tried to say that anyway.) He said no no please come get it. Come as soon as you can. Pobre Nono. He worries too much. Hopefully he'll get to leave tomorrow.