Hello, Again

I have been away so long, I forgot my login. Thankfully, I don’t rely on the old noodle. I write it down. I write just about everything down. It’s like a nervous tic. Or a need. Or something.

Right now I’m listening to cry-in-your-beer mariachi music. I was in the mood. Not for beer, never beer, some Moscato maybe. Not in the mood for crying either. It’s just that sometimes I get homesick, I miss Texas. Can you imagine? Missing Texas! Maybe it’s true what they say, you can never go home again.

Just feeling a little nostalgic perhaps. Wishing for some do-overs. Some time travel. I always think what if. What if I’d chosen this, what if I’d chosen that, maybe I would have missed the turn that took me straight into RA’s arms.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

These past eighteen or so months have been eventful and at the same time uneventful. It was January, 2020, when my gallbladder tried to kill me. I showed up septic at the emergency room. It worked so quickly, in hours I went from epigastric discomfort to hardly being able to drop from the car into the wheelchair my husband had trotted over to get for me.

My son surprised me the day of my surgery. I was holding an icepack to my head for the unrelenting headache and had my eyes closed. I heard the door and thought it was my angel of a nurse with my pain med. I opened my eyes and saw him pulling his carryon into the room. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

He was supposed to be in San Francisco where he had been setting up a hospital with their digital documentation system. He smiled and said, “What are you doing here?”

The next day, he sat at my bedside and said there was a new virus out west that he was concerned about. And the rest, shall we say, is history. He made one final trip and has been working from home since.

I didn’t leave my house once between March and September 2020. I’m a homebody at heart, but that was somewhat in excess. I made somewhere between 500 and a 1,000 masks. I lost count. They are all over the country, literally from coast to coast. I’m still making them, though not as many.

I make them with a filter pocket and I stuff a blue paper surgical mask, sans ear loops, in there, so I brave the world with six layers between me and whatever is out there. Not often though. Still sticking close to home.

Two days ago I did venture out after another two months of hibernation to go to my trusty CVS for my third vaccine. I read if you are immunosuppressed or on Methotrexate, you should get a third one. That’s me, so I did.

I had such high hopes, but well, we shall continue to be vigilant.

Boy, Linda Ronstadt could sure belt out mariachi songs. Wow!

If anyone needs masks, I’d be happy to send you some. Here’s a pic of what they’re like.

Y’all take care, now.

4 thoughts on “Hello, Again

  1. Carla Kienast

    My dear Irma: so great to hear from you! I almost feel like you were writing my life this past year and a half (except mine was a hip replacement in January 2020, not a gallbladder).
    I miss Texas too, and I live here. Between politics and the pandemic and the migrant crisis, I don’t even recognize the place. And travel! I’ve made and cancelled so many reservations, I can’t even count. We have reservations to go back to Europe next spring but I don’t hold out much hope.
    I keep remembering one of my main mantras, “This, too shall pass.” I just wish it would pass now. I know you know exactly what I mean.
    I know it’s been hard, but I’m glad you’re keeping safe and your son made it home. Know you have been missed, that you’re loved, and that it’s truly wonderful to hear from you.

    1. Irma Post author

      Hi, Carla, thank you! I do miss Texas, irrationally so! I even went house hunting online, just for kicks. Not sure when I can make it back for a visit, or whether I even want to. I had plans to visit my daughter in Colorado next month. Plans made long ago when I thought we’d be in the clear. I’ve always wanted to see that part of the country. But no go. No can do, yet. I hope and pray that soon we can all get back to normal, a new normal, but normal.

  2. phat50chick

    Irma – so good to hear from you. While you were missing Texas, I’ve been missing you. Your wisdom and your steadfastness. I’ve had my booster shot. And still masking where there are people which ticks me off because I did not expect to have to mask up after being vaccinated. Sigh. I am venturing to FLA in a couple weeks with some girlfriends. I waived about going, but several people said that I should just go – I could use time away and some fun. So that’s what I’m doing. I just hope I don’t need an ICU while I’m down there. Or any medical attention for that matter.
    Be well. Be diligent. Don’t stay away so long next time.


    1. Irma Post author

      Hi, Leigh. I know, we should be back to normal by now. Almost two years now. I’m glad you decided to go on your trip, a bit of fun is never a bad thing. Here in the Miami area everyone is still masking up, at least indoors. It makes me glad to see that, for all our sakes. I hope you have a great time and that you get back home safe and sound!


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