Today was the day I plucked up the courage to go take the 3 hour
glucose tolerance test. When I took the 1 hour glucose screening test this month my blood glucose came back a little high...sooooo I had to take the 3 hour version, which is not fun but important for the baby to check for gestational diabetes.
I fasted for 14 hours before the test so I was verrry grumpy this morning.
The test is fairly straightforward: First they draw some blood to check your fasting blood glucose levels. Then you drink 100 ml of this thick, syrupy, orange flavored drink. It tastes just like orange-flavored super-sugary soda was left in the car for 3 weeks with the lid slightly off. You can sip it or you can down it in one go. Of course I felt the need to impress the lab technician and downed it in one ballsy move. You might get nauseous (I did), shaky (I did), and your stomach might be upset (mine was).
Then you have to go back and get blood drawn every hour for 3 hours. The first hour is the worst, I think that's when the pure sugar intake on top of an empty stomach puts your system into a kind of glucose shock.
Hour 2 was tolerable and hour 3 was as well, apart from getting simultaneously really sleepy and hungry again, and feeling grumpy that the guy sitting beside me was deleting the emails from his iphone for almost an hour, which would not have mattered to me had he not been deleting from his junk email folder, and how each 'delete' was accompanied by a 'beep' like some sort of permanent check-out line.
..<BEEP>....(urgh so sick)...<BEEP><BEEP><BEEP>...(how much longer)...<BEEP><BEEP>..(only 90 minutes to go)..<BEEP>..(stomach is so queasy right now)..<BEEP>!<BEEP>!<BEEP>!..
This picture always makes me laugh because when I am in that kind of mood, James is the only one who can cheer me up, even when I'm being impossible. After the test I wobbled to the front of the hospital, James pulled up in the car, made sure the cold air from the AC was blowing on me and drove me straight to my favorite restaurant in Granada. True love.