As I was preparing to leave the house to run errands this morning I heard the driveway alarm go off. Brad had left earlier for a breakfast date with a buddy of his who is a Texas Game Warden so I couldn’t figure out who it might be. I peeked out the window in the back door where I could see through the garage and spotted a pickup pulled up to the door where Brad parks. The overhead doors were down and the side doors were shut and locked.
The guy that got out of the vehicle was, at that distance, a dead ringer for our abusive, crazy ex son-in-law who doesn’t even live in the same state as us. I froze. He walked around the house to the front porch and rang the bell. That’s when I got a better look at him and noticed the Terminex patch on his shirt and relaxed. It was amazing how much he looked like the asshole in Virginia, but it wasn’t him. Thank you, God. And thank you for my Sig 9mm pistol, too!
‘Thirty minutes later he was gone and thirty minutes after that I left to run errands. Only took me a couple of hours. The last stop was for a check-up at our family doctor’s office which is in a building connected to the hospital.
I had my cloth Humana mask on but left it below my nose. I made it in the building fine but one of the Karens at the door told me repeatedly to pull the mask up over my nose. I ignored her and headed for the elevator. She followed me, causing a huge scene. She finally asked me if I was going to pull my mask up over my nose. I avoided eye contact, shook my head ‘no’ and got on the elevator to the sound of her threatening to call Security.
No one else reacted to her nonsense, not even the folks who were waiting for the elevator or the folks getting off the elevator. I went up to the third floor thinking, “Good luck, Karen. You don’t know where I’m going.”
I got checked in and the ladies at the front desk were their usual sweet selves. I found a chair and pulled out my knitting to wait until I was called. While waiting I enjoyed a humorous conversation with a couple of other folks who were leaving the office next to where I was waiting. I had my mask down below my mouth several times in order to sip my hot coffee. No. Problems.
The doctor was happy with my recovery from the kidney stone and the resulting acute anxiety that has finally calmed down. All is good. She will see me in three months and we’ll do lab work again.
I left using the back stairs located right off the waiting room from her office. That exit comes out on the north side of the building not thirty feet from where I parked. No more Karens to bother me. I phoned Brad to tell him I was through in town and on my way home.
I keep wondering when all this paranoid BS and nonsense is going to end but I’m not holding my breath…
Rural Texas Knitter 