Remembering Omi
Szervusztok!
I Am Omi
Hello,
I am Irma, but you can call me Omi. That name sounds German, I know. It is not. I am Hungarian and the name came from my granddaughter. It was probably given to her, too, to call me by her mom, my oldest daughter. But it is here now, and at 86 years old, I am not going to change it.
I like it.
Today is my first day back from a brief hospital stay. I had problems staying awake Saturday morning. Next thing I know some nice young people in blue clothes brought their stuff into my bathroom. They were very calm, but my younger daughter, the one who takes care of me, was in a panic. So was her husband. They are very good to me.
I was okay, but the young people wanted me to go with them in their ambulance. It was fine. Broke up my day a little. But by Sunday night I was ready to come home.
In my next talk with you nice people I will tell you what they did to make me better. It might surprise you. Thanks for reading.
Köszönöm Szépen
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