A few weeks ago I had to take a glucose tolerance test at the Dr.'s office. It was so unpleasant. I have taken the test before and I don't remember it being that bad. I had to drink an orange drink at home and then go to the office for a blood test. The drink is not that big but I could barely finish it. As soon as I finished it, I got pains in my stomach. All I could think about the whole way to the Dr. was how good it would feel to throw up. If your test shows that the glucose levels are high then you have to come back for a test that takes 3 hours. I have been wondering what my results were and on Monday night I had a dream that the Dr. told me I had to take the 3 hour test. In my dream I started to cry and I refused to make an appointment to do it.
Tuesday morning the Dr.'s office called me. Now they told me that they will only call for abnormal test results, so I KNEW why they were calling. "We got the results of your glucose test," the nurse said. (Oh great, my nightmare is coming true), I thought. "They were normal," (yay!) "But your iron is low, we have to call in a prescription." I was so happy at this news for 2 reasons. 1) I do not have to re-do the glucose test. 2) I get to eat more steak.