Never rains but it pours
Had that fasting blood test done today. No food/drink for more than 8 hours, and then a big honkin amount of glucose all at once. As in, they drew blood to get my fasting sugar, and then made me drink a pint of orange liquid that vaguely reminded me of what those little kiddie freezer-pops tasted like when they weren't frozen. And had three times the amount of sugar. Blech.
Anyway, an hour after I downed the sugary shit they were to draw my blood again, and then again an hour after that. So I've already had to call work and let them know I'll be late, because this is rather too important to delay any longer than necessary. Right after I drank the crap I went to get a notebook - which, yes, means I'm working on the wedding bits - and then sat down. Started feeling a little iffy, but as long as I was sitting still I was mostly okay.
And then I got up to go to the restroom and get a sip of water. And that damned wall came back and hit me. I was doing a pretty good job ignoring the icky feeling until I moved, and then the nausea and the headache and the light-headedness hit all at once. I did make it to the restroom, but detoured to the nurses station instead of going back to my stuff. Ended up lying down in a room while they did the second blood draw, and dozing fitfully until they did the last one and sent me on my way.
It's now 6:30 or so pm, and I feel like shit still. Especially when I move. This is pretty well consistent with how I've felt the last few times I've had this sort of crash, and unfortunately I can't go sleep it off like I've been able to in the past, because I have to work. Luckily I have real food to help keep me going, I'm avoiding the sugary stuff (except the Mt. Dew. Someone will die if they take my caffeine away.), and I'm out of here in an hour.
For what it's worth, I called my baby brother and told him to look into getting tested, because he's got several of the same health problems I do, and it would be my good deed of the year to help him avoid a few years of the sick crap I've had.
And, really, I'm not sure if I want the test to come back saying I am diabetic, or if I want it to say I'm not. Because if I am, then I am, but at least I'll know some of what's making me sick. If I'm not, then that's good, because I'm not diabetic, but then I don't know what is making me so sick.
Damned if I do, damned if I don't. Figures
Anyway, an hour after I downed the sugary shit they were to draw my blood again, and then again an hour after that. So I've already had to call work and let them know I'll be late, because this is rather too important to delay any longer than necessary. Right after I drank the crap I went to get a notebook - which, yes, means I'm working on the wedding bits - and then sat down. Started feeling a little iffy, but as long as I was sitting still I was mostly okay.
And then I got up to go to the restroom and get a sip of water. And that damned wall came back and hit me. I was doing a pretty good job ignoring the icky feeling until I moved, and then the nausea and the headache and the light-headedness hit all at once. I did make it to the restroom, but detoured to the nurses station instead of going back to my stuff. Ended up lying down in a room while they did the second blood draw, and dozing fitfully until they did the last one and sent me on my way.
It's now 6:30 or so pm, and I feel like shit still. Especially when I move. This is pretty well consistent with how I've felt the last few times I've had this sort of crash, and unfortunately I can't go sleep it off like I've been able to in the past, because I have to work. Luckily I have real food to help keep me going, I'm avoiding the sugary stuff (except the Mt. Dew. Someone will die if they take my caffeine away.), and I'm out of here in an hour.
For what it's worth, I called my baby brother and told him to look into getting tested, because he's got several of the same health problems I do, and it would be my good deed of the year to help him avoid a few years of the sick crap I've had.
And, really, I'm not sure if I want the test to come back saying I am diabetic, or if I want it to say I'm not. Because if I am, then I am, but at least I'll know some of what's making me sick. If I'm not, then that's good, because I'm not diabetic, but then I don't know what is making me so sick.
Damned if I do, damned if I don't. Figures