November 7, 2013

• The story of my day

  I can’t write stories like this, guys. Yesterday, I called the testing center because I needed to have my longer glucose tolerance test done. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I didn’t want to be surprised by the cost either. The lady that answered the phone was less than helpful. I’d say she was borderline defiant. She wouldn’t even give me the standard cost they charge the insurance company. Kept telling me that she wouldn’t know the cost until I arrived today to take the test. I was annoyed and mad because I’m the patient, the reason she even has a job answering the phone to help me. I wasn’t asking for something outside of her scope, but *sigh*. She ended up saying something like I needed to call someone else, ok sweetheart and hung up. I ended up calling Quest corporate and was able to get the answer I needed, but it sucked that I had to deal with that on top of an already busy day of waiting for the call regarding my interview for the promotion. I finally got that call after 2pm, because this recruiter sucks. Her name is Tequila. She called me at 2 to schedule an interview for today at 4pm. I was definitely rattled/worried because I knew I’d be foggy after this glucose test.

  I got to the testing center, dressed for success and ready to tango if I came across that lady I spoke with yesterday. The lady that helped me kept calling me honey so I was a bit skeptical that it might have been her. She took my blood gave me the drink. It’s 100 grams of liquid sugar. The first test I took was 50g. This seemed worse. I was gagging drinking it. They give you four minutes to drink it. Between the weight loss surgery, being nearly 8 months pregnant, I was less than thrilled of how this was going to turn out. I went back to the waiting room and waited for my next blood draw. 30 minutes later and I was turning green. No trashcans in the waiting room for some reason. I couldn’t even say that I needed help, it all came back up. Another lady in the waiting room starting screaming, this lady is sick! lol. I was embarrassed, but immediate relief from the sugar dose. The girl that was helping me came back out. I apologized but couldn’t say much else, I knew I had more. She tried to escort me to a restroom. First one was occupied. We get to the 2nd, the door is unlocked and inside is another worker doing number 2. If I wasn’t still nauseous, I was even more so. Luckily there was a nearby trashcan outside of the restroom and I released the rest. The worker that escorted me is yelling at the other worker. I’m going to need you to lock the door when you use the restroom! Apparently this has happened before. Comical.

  So I think the baby got even for me this morning. There are other ways to get even, but I did feel relieved after failing that test with flair! Doctor visit tomorrow and I’m going to beg for no more testing. I don’t think I can do it again.

  • 2:38 pm
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