My bunkie.

A charming older gentleman from the Calabrese region of Italy. Spoke 2 words of English, which along with my two words of Italian meant instant communication and deep conversations.

Seriously. We looked at each other and shrugged at each other’s predicament, and smiled a lot.

The thing about being sick in hospital is that you tend to sleep a lot regardless of all the noise. Ricardo and I would fall asleep soon after 8:30. The visitors would have left by then, and the nurses done their rounds. Lights out. Instant sleep.

Ricardo snores. This is not a gentle purr, but rather a snore designed to wake theĀ  dead. He snored from the time he fell asleep, to the time he woke u when the nurses came for the morning vital sign check. He woke up several times to go to the washroom, unplugging the IV machine and rolling it out with him. The snoring started as soon as he was back in bed.

You would think this would keep me awake. I guess my body was tired and exhausted. The snoring did not get in the way of my sleeping.

Ricardo had the occasional visitors. They all seemed to show up at the same time. They were all about his age, and they were as loud as you would expect a bunch of Italians to be. Except one of the loud couples were Portuguese who spoke as much Italian as I did. Somehow, they had remained friends for years and she was there talking to him all the time. I have no idea what they said to one another, but it was fun listening.

Ricardo was having some issues with his digestive system. His Doctor would come in every morning and ask him if he was in pain. “Dilores?” he would say quite loudly. Then would go one about the how soft the abdomen was. He was always accompanied by two other doctors wearing green outfits. The Doctor wore white. The ranking was obvious.

The nurse would also ask Ricardo if he was doing well or not. They would show up and ask if he had any bowel movements. He would not answer. He only responded when they asked if he had poo-poo and pee-pee. You would think the nurses would have figured this out at some point. But every day, twice a day, they would ask about the bowel movement. They always asked twice like he had not heard them the first time.

Ricardo was released the same day as I was. He gave me aa big hug before elaving, assuring me that I would be fine.

Lovely, lovely man.

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