Saturday morning I had a pretty important test and I suspect I flunked with flying colours. No, I’m not talking about the test to get my Beginner’s Permit…
On Saturday my Mom watched the kids, while I headed off to the blood clinic to take my three hour glucose tolerance test. Armed with my iPod and two issues of Realms of Fantasy I hunkered down for my three hour tour. The lab was ridiculously busy, and it took well over half an hour just to get things started. Having fasted since the night before, I was now “treated” to a 75grams of sugar orange pop-like concoction. Basically they take some of your blood before you start, they give you something super sugary to drink, and then they draw your blood on the one hour, two hour and three hour mark to see how your body deals with the sugar. It’s a bit tedious but not awful. You absolutely must remain in the clinic for the entire duration, and the chairs in the waiting room aren’t the most comfy. Other then that, meh, not so bad.
Given what I’ve been experiencing over the past few weeks, I fully expected to feel lousy during the test. But I didn’t. I didn’t feel like I was going to pass out. I didn’t feel cold, or dizzy. What the heck? I did find that I was ridiculously tired, and at one point I dozed off in my chair for a good twenty minute snooze, but I could chalk that up to the tedium.
The test finished and I headed outside to meet up with my Mom. I was actually a bit disappointed, as if I felt like passing out during the darn test that would have at least proven something. It was now past Noon-thirty and I was starving. My Mom took me back to her place and made me lunch. Keeping in mind my new low cholesterol diet, she steamed a skinless chicken breast and some green beans, serving it all with a side salad of lettuce, red peppers and a bit of avocado. Really sweet of her, and quite yummy to boot. I was antsy waiting for the food to cook though. Nice of her to make me lunch, but seriously I would have settled for a sandwich if it meant instant food now. I just wanted to grab a piece of bread to munch on, but I’ve been trying to eat only whole grains and all she had on the counter was bleached white bread. So instead I made myself a tea and waited for the food to be ready.
Lunch was served and I gobbled it up. As I was eating the chicken and salad I found myself again craving bread and I thought, “Hey, body! Stop being so silly. This is a healthy lunch!” I finished up the plate of food and I was still hungry. Again, I told myself I was being silly. I had just eaten a big plate full of healthy yummy food, I shouldn’t still be hungry.
I sat and chatted with my folks, while drinking my tea. Twenty minutes passed. We started getting the girls into their shoes and coats, getting ready to head home. My mom was asking me about some kids movies she has, and I had to say, “No. Ask me later.” I couldn’t focus on her words. I rather suddenly felt like I was going to pass out. “Don’t feel good. Going to lay here for a minute.” I mumbled as I crawled off my chair, and onto the hardwood floor.
Laying down only made me feel worse. I didn’t feel horizontal, I felt like I was dangling by my toes with all the blood rushing to my head. My toddler climbed on me, giggling. Mom on the floor, so much fun! I panicked. The ceiling was closing in, I was going to black out. I know the Doc said to lie down when I feel like this, but I needed to sit up NOW. As I clawed my way up into a sitting position, I heard my diabetic Dad suggesting to my Mom that she should test my blood sugar. She grabbed my Dad’s glucose metre and tested my blood. 3.5 Dad said that’s low, and made me to drink some apple juice.
The apple juice seemed to help. I still felt shaky, but better. So weird. I didn’t expect to feel like this after eating. What the heck? Going over what I just ate my Dad said the problem is I didn’t have any carbs with my lunch. That slice of bread I was craving? I should have eaten it. Teach me to listen to my bod.
I headed home, put the kids down for nap time. I was still starving, so I ate a slice of multigrain bread spread with humus. Then crawled into bed. Cold, and still feeling shaky I laid down while wearing my sweater and pulled the thick comforter over me. The rest of the day was a complete write off. I muddled through, caring for the kids, making dinner. I tried to eat properly, but no matter what I did I still felt off. Ugh. Lousy day.
So now I wait ten days to see my family doctor and get the results from the blood work. I have to imagine I “flunked”, given the whole near-fainting at my parents afterwards thing. If the test comes back and says my blood sugar is just fine I am going to freak. I am so sick of constantly feeling like garbage. I need them to find something so I can figure out how to deal with it and move on.