Last night, Ant & I were talking about my glucose tolerance test I’d taken a couple weeks ago. We’d ventured to think I was fine, that the results must be normal. “No news is good news,” the blood collector had told us. We hadn’t heard anything in two weeks…I think we were safe in feeling optimistic.

I got word from my doctor’s assistant this afternoon that my results were abnormal & I’d need to go in for the 3-hour glucose test. She said my sugar level was a tiny bit above normal. A normal reading is considered 130, 140 in some cases, & mine was 145.

So now I am to schedule an appointment to go in & drink either twice the amount of my last test or a much more concentrated substance, then be pricked with a needle three times, once every hour. Even my O/B told me this test would suck, so I was to “be sure not to fail the first one,” like I’d have any say in it. (I do really like my doctor, despite how her statement sounds).

I had dreaded the first glucose tolerance test…I’d been forewarned by the interwebs & convinced that I would puke up the substance & have to drink another bottle. I’d dreaded the test because my last visit to have blood drawn resulted in me passing out & sliding onto the floor. I fasted in preparation for the glucose test, just to be sure I wouldn’t have any faulty sugars in my system that would elevate my blood sugar level. Once that first test was done, it seemed like no big deal, & I wished I hadn’t worried about it. Now I have a lot more to face. I’ll go pick up the order tomorrow. For now, I am bummed.

I suppose it’s better to know & put up with it than to be ignorant & face unwelcome facts later.

The up side of the day is that I saved 5¢ at Fry’s for taking in my own canvas Sprouts bag. Who knew they did that? I sure didn’t.

I was going to post photos of Ella’s little crib, but I think that will wait until tomorrow. I’m off to work on some things to take my mind elsewhere.