So, that’s the glucose test? It was only two hours, from the usual pregnancy three. I’m not pregnant yet, but I don’t see the big deal.
It wasn’t that bad. They were out of orange (I KNOW!), but they did set me up in the lounge with a barcalounger. I felt like a total VIP. The only bad part – which I’m slowly getting used to – is feeling like a pin cushion. I have some lovely bruises on both arms now – and I’m getting intimately acquainted with my veins.
Apparently, my right arm is a total jokester. There’s a large vein, wrapped with a smaller vein. Ha! You funny vein.
I’m really interested in the results. Since I have PCOS, every doctor for the last four years has prescribed Metformin. I didn’t care for Metformin – it made me feel yucky, I broke out – and it did nothing to lower my glucose… because my glucose is already low. Ha! Jokester again!
This doctor opted for a more sensitive test – the two hour Glucose Test (GTT) with 75g of sugary-sweet flat soda. I really hope I’m not pre-diabetic, but I’m not holding my breath. Yoga #2 tonight. I only made it through half the class on Tuesday, and I’m going back. That’s right. I am going back. Let the battle of the bulge begin!