Visiting

Enrique's parents and I are visiting him at the hospital now. He's doing pretty well. He's tired and hoarse, but seems to be in good spirits. He says he isn't in pain and keeps asking about us.

Unfortunately, he's right by a construction zone, so his room is noisy. He panicked a little this morning, before we arrived. He couldn't find his glasses (he's blind without them) and the noise and the place were totally unfamiliar. But he's fine now.

The surgeon came by his room to check on him and said he is doing well. She explained the need for a second surgery and said he won't be going home today. "Maybe tomorrow."

The next surgery will be in 1-2 weeks. During the surgery his parathyroid glands had to be removed and then transplanted. They control calcium levels. Right now his are very low, so he is experiencing tingling in his extremeties, which is uncomfortable.

I'm typing this at the public terminal outside the hospital cafeteria. It's the most disgusting keyboard imaginable. It's like using an old pay-phone in a new york city bus terminal. I am going to wash my hands.