When MamaP was visiting, she came with me to get my glucose test done. Basically how it works is you fast overnight and then drink an entire bottle of their official glucose drink (in less than 5 minutes, so no sipping!), then you get your blood drawn exactly one hour after finishing the last drop. I picked the orange flavor, I have no idea why.
It started out rough because Hubs had crafted up a delicious breakfast for MamaP with fresh roasted coffee, a bacon and onion scramble, and a homemade pumpkin scone, while I sat patiently waiting for her to finish, twitching with food envy.
No one enjoys getting their blood drawn, but I’m lucky because they usually have an easy time finding a vein – making the blood draw quick and as painless as you could hope for. But, a few weeks into my pregnancy, I had gone in for a routine blood draw so they could check some levels and that time it HURT. It burned and stung and I bruised up afterward. Needless to say, I’m always a little anxious when I go in, worried I might get “stuck” with the same person that caused me so much unpleasantness.
Luckily, I got a guy that had done a great job with me before and this time was no different. I was so relieved! I was in and out in less than 2 minutes. I marched out to the waiting room and announced to MamaP “He was a good prick!”
Not normally one for having a loss for words, MamaP stared at me stunned.
“I mean, he was a good stick?”
MamaP started to giggle.
The guy called out from the back room to thank me for clarifying and we got the hell out of there before I could die of embarrassment. I blame the fasting!
I hope you have a happy weekend and don’t say anything that makes an entire waiting room and hospital staff uncomfortable.