The three hour glucose test
Because Charlie was layed up w/ a bad knee on Friday, my mom took me to my blood test. The worst part was drinking 10 oz. of what tasted like pure cocacola syrup. Well, that and the nurse had to poke around several different times to get my blood to come out - and I had to have my blood drawn 4 times! I don’t know the results yet, hopefully they will be in by tomorrow - and prayerfully they will be good.
In between each blood draw we went grocery shopping - it worked out well since I had 3 stores to go to. I felt fine too - even though I hadn’t eaten since the night before. But by the time I got home after the test I was getting pretty close to fainting, so I stuffed myself with 4 quesadillas and a banana.
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