I had my glucose tolerance test done today. The drink they gave me wasn't as gross as I thought it would be. I had imagined a super sweet chalky medicine-like concoction. What I got looked and tasted like orange pop. With a medicine-like after taste.
Anyway, I was told to drink up and tell the tech as soon as I finished. Then I had to wait for an hour. So hubby and I started to leave... "Mame you can't leave." Great! We thought a walk would help time to pass. And I wouldn't have to think about being hungry (I was fasting for the test) or how I missed my morning coffee (I do allow myself one a day!!)
So instead we were stuck in the waiting room with a bunch of strangers and I swear to God that chair is used as a torture devise. I couldn't lean back into it because the top of the back felt like a razor digging into my shoulder blades. I was having a hard time sitting up straight or leaning forward. With my big belly in the way, and that orange pop stuff the only thing in my system I was uncomfortable and I kept burping. Hubby was a trooper for putting up with me.
Finally I was called into the room so the lady could take my blood. I've had so many blood tests done in my life it does not make me nervous any more. What does make me uncomfortable is when the tech has the needle in my arm and then says "Oops". I managed not to comment and only felt slight discomfort. I didn't want to make her nervous (or more nervous - I think she might have been new). Lucky, (for me or possibly her) I did not leave with a bruised arm.
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