Sinking in the Stress Pool

Remember sunny days at the pool when you were a kid?  Pinching your nose with one hand and diving in, feet first, closing your eyes and letting the cool, clear water cover you?  And, each time you might try to go deeper than the last until your feet touched bottom.  Then, you'd bounce back to the surface, gasping for air and pushing hair out of your face.
I did that this week.  Pinched my nose and dove, feet first.  There was no reason not to, nothing to fear.  I even joked about it.  The car was in for inspection, and I had scheduled an annual physical and a mammogram.  I'm relatively healthy, so there was no worry.
Until the doctor called the next day about the bloodwork.  It seems that the diabetes leech that sucks on my family finally found me on this dive.  So, life will change a little.  And, I thought I did okay with salads at lunch!
Tonight, I realized I'd missed a call earlier from the mammogram center.  Seems they want a call back.  I hope it's becasue I dropped something that was found and I just have to pick it up.  Guess I'll be calling them tomorrow.
When I spoke with the nurse practicioner to schedule a time to talk about the diabetes thing, she asked if I've been dealing with any stress lately.
Apparently, she hasn't read my blog!
And, I'm still trying to touch the bottom.  Wish me luck!

Sometimes the Water is Murky

I've not got a good memory.  There are times Hubby and I are out, and someone stops to talk for a few minutes.  After parting, I wait for it, and the question always comes. "Who was that?"
My standard answer:  "I'm not sure."
So, when I went into the office supply store this evening for a printer cartridge, I ran into a similar situation.  The cashier asked if I had my rewards card - you know, the ones that give you coupons for things you'll never use - and of course, I didn't have it with me.  He was able to look it up using my phone number, and my name popped up on his screen.  He asked if that was me, and then said, "Well, of course it's you, I know who you are."
Well, I shop there maybe two, three times a year tops.  Now I'm searching his face.  Do I know him? Then my other downside kicked in:  I misunderstood what he said.  I thought he said we sing together.  I sing in two choirs, and knew he wasn't in the local church choir - could he be in the larger one, the one with 80 members?  So, I said, "We sing together?"
"No, I don't sing," he said.  Now he was confused.  Good, I wasn't the only one.  "I said, I think."
Good.  That's a good sign.
 He said he recognized me from when I've been in the store.  Smiling, I said I was sure that was it, took my ink and walked to the car, all the while thinking how difficult it can be having a face that looks like so many others.
Who, apparently, share my name.
Until next time, keep smiling!