So this morning I thought I was going to be beating the system per se. I had to go to the hospital for a 3 hour glucose test for my pregnancy being the one hour test came back as "as little high." So I schedule with the hospital to be there at 7am (being I had to fast for 7 hours). This is where I thought I was going to beat the system. I figured by going in early, I would get done early and be able to eat. One thing I have noticed since becoming pregnant is that when I am hungry, I have to eat, otherwise I end up getting very sick. Well, when I got to the outpatient check in they had not gotten the paperwork my OB office was supposed to send in. UGH!!!!! I haven't touched food since 8pm the previous night!!! I wanted a good reading so I for once, followed the directions. lol So I went out to my car being it was only 7:30am and waited till the Dr. office opened at 8am. I wanted to make the phone call in private because it is important for them to know the papers must be sent over very quickly as I am on house arrest and do not have the luxury of just waiting around and spending my day at the hospital. So I get a hold of them at 8am and explained the situation. The lady was very nice and understanding of my "window' of time in which I had scheduled for my appointment. So....I walked back in to registration again and voila, they got the papers faxed over!!!! Sweet. Now it was a matter of getting into the lab for the initial blood draw to get the 'base' glucose reading. Mind you, I just had the one hour test on Tuesday. So my arm was still sore. Once I got to base test done I had to wait an hour for the result, then drink the nasty sugar drink and have my blood drawn every hour for 3 hours. Goodness, was that down right awful. Sitting there watching the clock to make sure I am back into the lab on time otherwise the test would have to be redone, was annoying in itself. I felt terrible for my wife. She has to be into work tonight at 8pm but would not go home to sleep. She wanted to be there for me during this test. Sounds silly, however, it really made a big difference having her there. I was not as freaked out as I normally am by the needle because she held my hand! lol Pathetic, I know!!!
The other obnoxious part was having to keep my PO in the loop being I would be there past the allotted window of time. I just down right hate texting her. I don't like feeling like I am bothering her for 'stupid shit' or being annoying because the appointment did not go as planned. Luckily she answered the text messages, which is all I ask for. A simple OK to let me know you got the text is suffice. Otherwise, I have to play the guessing game and my panic starts to set in because clearly I am not trying to go to jail. I want to follow house arrest and get off. Period!!
My arms are raw and terribly sore from getting poked all day long. That is just down right terrible. On the upside, I ahve found a way to look at house arrest differently. In a more positive sense that is. I have been counting down, 'months till free' and I have instead decided to change it to 'months till delivery.' Reason being, I am getting off house arrest a week and a half before I am due to deliver this little baby. It seems to have made it a little more tolerable per se. Doesn't seem like life is just dragging behind me, I actually have something more to look forward to!!
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