So. Friday I was at the doctor. She was injecting my back with Novocaine, and chatting with me to distract me from the hideous burning sensation.
We were chatting about our summers. She mentioned that she went to CT to visit family. I, of course, perked up at that, and said “Where in CT?” She replied “Milford” and I told her I went to high school there. Turns out she did, too. Turns out we went to the same high school. Turns out we were only a year apart, so were there together. I didn’t go there the whole 4 years, but we went to school together for a year and a half. Neither of us remember the other one at all. That is pretty strange since it is a small school – only about 400 girls then. But we both remember the same teachers, of course.
I have been going to this doctor for probably ten years now, and we never had a suspicion that we had this connection nearly 40 years ago.
Pretty funny, and when I unpack those boxes of books and come across my yearbook, I will take it in to her. That may be in other 40 years, of course…
PS she only took off two of the three spots, and is sending me to a dermatologist to check everything out. She thinks there are more to worry about. But the two she got are at the lab now, and I’ll have results in ten days or so. More stitches to fuss with and labs to worry about. I have a feeling this is my new normal.