I'M FINE!!!

I just wanted to add a little update to my latest blog. I had to go in and do my lab last Friday. I dreaded the experience ALL week. Thinking of the worse things that could happen. Getting sick from the glucose, or passing out from the lack of food, you know, the silly things! My right arm was STILL bruised from my first draw, and so I was worried about what it was going to take to get my blood.

Well, let me tell you about my day! I showed up at 8:15 as I was told to, thinking that I was a "priority" because I was scheduled to be there. Wouldn't you know, even RIGHT as the lab opens, there's a line. And the two women working at the desk made no care for their slower than slow work habits, and kept up their banter and chit-chat with the folk they could "relate" to. I had finally made it to the front of the line, when one of the ladies behind the desk comes over. Apparently, she was "concerned" about the lady behind me. The lady insisted she was fine, and would continue to wait in line for one to be open (as I'm thinking you're wasting our time by being over here in the first place!) - - but the admissions lady wouldn't have it. She made her and her son go sit down to wait. Then as she went and finished helping the person who was waiting at her station, she gets up quickly and walks up to that lady she so insistently made sit down, and tells her to come up and she'll help her out. The lady, being a rare breed, looks at me and says, "actually, she was next, I'll wait" - - but again, she wouldn't have it. She told her that her station allowed her to sit down, and that would be best for her, and that I would be helped by the other lady. I was FURIOUS! who wouldn't be? A friday morning in a lab?? She then looks at me and says, and I quote, "I'm going to help her so she can sit down, you don't mind do you" - - not to be a spoiled sport, I looked at her and asked, "Do I have a choice?" - - sorry... I guess I was being a spoiled sport wasn't I??? So anyway, another 3 minute wait, and finally the other lady became available to help me. She RUSHED my paperwork because guess what, my first draw was supposed to be done at 8:30, and it was already 8:35 - - oops... their bad I guess... So I waited about 2 minutes and they took me back... DREADED!!! haha... They explained to me how the lab would work, no leaving the waiting room, accept to go the bathroom across the hall, if I get sick, I need to tell someone, yada yada yada... then they took some of my blood... not cool... I was told only three draws... not four... Then the glucose... at least they had the lemon lime there... I drank it quickly and went to my "chair" to wait for my first hour... BIG stack of magazines in hand.

For three hours I sat there... having my blood taken every hour, and would't you now, from the same arm... because I guess my bruised arm just wasn't being cooperative... Though I will say, for having FOUR draws out of the same arm, my bruise is MUCH smaller than the one draw I had the week before. Weird how that works? - - anyway... Allan's mom and sister were nice enough to take Ethan for the morning for me, and allow me to stay there for the afternoon until Allan got off work, so that I wouldn't get too sick trying to take care of him on my own. They took me out to a LOVELY Red Robin lunch, and my day was all a hazy glucose fog from there!

I called the advice nurse today to discuss my results, rather, to see if they had come in. Dreading the worse of course. She returned my call this afternoon, and wouldn't you know, I'M FINE! She said my levels were completely normal, nothing to worry about... I was so excited that that whole experience doesn't matter, as long as I know I can still have my ice cream!!! haha... But I wanted to give an update since I had posted about my last appointment. I go in again on Monday, and meet the new doctor! I'll let you know what I think!!!