|Glucose beverage... um, yum?|
|Hanging in the waiting room.|
Glucose test day. Dum da dum! I have been dreading this part of the testing. I am a big fat baby about eating or drinking things that are disagreeable to me. I am a VERY healthy eater, and I never ever drink sugary drinks, so I was very worried that I would end up gagging and not be able to choke the drink down.
After fasting since 8 pm last night, I arrived at the hospital at 9 am to get a fasting blood draw. One little needle stick, a vial of blood and I was sent back out to the waiting room. I hung out there for about fifteen minutes while my vial of blood was tested and then they brought me the dreaded bottle. I was instructed to drink it quickly, in five minutes or less. I unscrewed the cap, smelled it, took a tentative sip... and realized that I had psyched myself out for nothing. Flat orange soda is what it tasted like. No big deal at all. Would I drink it on a daily basis? Absolutely not. But I can handle it for this test.
So I slugged the drink down and then was instructed to come back in two hours for the next blood draw. Within about ten minutes I started to feel pretty sick to my stomach. The glucose drink certainly did not agree with me. I went home and laid down for an hour and a half and tried to ignore the growing nausea. After two hours I headed back to the lab and had my next blood draw done. And that was it! All in all a pretty darn easy set of labs. Now I just have to wait for the results to come back from Colorado to determine what the next step is. Will I pass? I sure hope so!
|Vial of my blood.|