Now I'm home in bed, eating stroganoff and awaiting the test results, which will tell me if I have gestational diabetes.
Which, at this point, sure, why not?
Which, at this point, sure, why not?
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April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Now I'm home in bed, eating stroganoff and awaiting the test results, which will tell me if I have gestational diabetes.
Which, at this point, sure, why not?
Which, at this point, sure, why not?
Poke #4 and I finally get to leave. It's been a full four hours. As I walk to the exit, I pass this door, which I have to assume is the entrance to someone else's Bad Place.
April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Poke #4 and I finally get to leave. It's been a full four hours. As I walk to the exit, I pass this door, which I have to assume is the entrance to someone else's Bad Place.
Technically allowed to leave but in reality confined to the world's blandest waiting room, trying to work while the sounds of drills and hammers disrupt my every thought. Ted Danson obviously worked overtime to create this particular version of hell—he did such a good job, I can't even be mad.
April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Technically allowed to leave but in reality confined to the world's blandest waiting room, trying to work while the sounds of drills and hammers disrupt my every thought. Ted Danson obviously worked overtime to create this particular version of hell—he did such a good job, I can't even be mad.
Back to waiting room, where the drilling has been replaced by hammering. It dawns on me: I'm in the Bad Place.
This is a hell designed specially for me.
Seven months pregnant, not allowed to eat, forced to drink the sugariest substance known to man and be stuck every hour with a needle.
This is a hell designed specially for me.
Seven months pregnant, not allowed to eat, forced to drink the sugariest substance known to man and be stuck every hour with a needle.
April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Back to waiting room, where the drilling has been replaced by hammering. It dawns on me: I'm in the Bad Place.
This is a hell designed specially for me.
Seven months pregnant, not allowed to eat, forced to drink the sugariest substance known to man and be stuck every hour with a needle.
This is a hell designed specially for me.
Seven months pregnant, not allowed to eat, forced to drink the sugariest substance known to man and be stuck every hour with a needle.
It's me and the drilling, alone for another hour, and then poke #3. To their credit, the phlebotomists are efficient and the blood draws aren't bad. But what does it say about this whole experience that the NEEDLES are the best part??
April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
It's me and the drilling, alone for another hour, and then poke #3. To their credit, the phlebotomists are efficient and the blood draws aren't bad. But what does it say about this whole experience that the NEEDLES are the best part??
After an hour my blood is drawn again. Then back to the waiting room, where the drilling has not stopped. I'm now allowed to leave, but would have to be back in forty minutes. I can't get anywhere worth going and back in that timeframe, and it's not like I can grab a bite to eat. So I stay.
April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
After an hour my blood is drawn again. Then back to the waiting room, where the drilling has not stopped. I'm now allowed to leave, but would have to be back in forty minutes. I can't get anywhere worth going and back in that timeframe, and it's not like I can grab a bite to eat. So I stay.
I'm in for an hour wait, so I pull my laptop out to get some work done. That's when the noise starts. There's apparently construction going on in the room DIRECTLY NEXT DOOR and I'm treated to an hour of NONSTOP VERY LOUD DRILLING noises while I try to choke down my glucose-induced nausea.
April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
I'm in for an hour wait, so I pull my laptop out to get some work done. That's when the noise starts. There's apparently construction going on in the room DIRECTLY NEXT DOOR and I'm treated to an hour of NONSTOP VERY LOUD DRILLING noises while I try to choke down my glucose-induced nausea.
Here's the thing: I'm someone who can't even finish a whole can of soda normally, and when I'm pregnant, I'm really averse to sweet things. This is my Nam.
I manage to get it down, and they draw my blood again. Poke #2. Joy. I'm left to wait in the beigiest beige waiting room that ever existed.
I manage to get it down, and they draw my blood again. Poke #2. Joy. I'm left to wait in the beigiest beige waiting room that ever existed.
April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Here's the thing: I'm someone who can't even finish a whole can of soda normally, and when I'm pregnant, I'm really averse to sweet things. This is my Nam.
I manage to get it down, and they draw my blood again. Poke #2. Joy. I'm left to wait in the beigiest beige waiting room that ever existed.
I manage to get it down, and they draw my blood again. Poke #2. Joy. I'm left to wait in the beigiest beige waiting room that ever existed.
30ish minutes later I'm finally drinking the glucose, which I didn't realize was going to be larger and TWICE AS MUCH GLUCOSE as was in the 1-hour version. I have five minutes to drink it.
April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
30ish minutes later I'm finally drinking the glucose, which I didn't realize was going to be larger and TWICE AS MUCH GLUCOSE as was in the 1-hour version. I have five minutes to drink it.
The phlebotomist takes me back and says oh yeah, btw, I know they call it the 3-hour test, but it's actually closer to 4 hours because we can't give you the glucose drink until we take an initial blood sample and get the results back. Great.
April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
The phlebotomist takes me back and says oh yeah, btw, I know they call it the 3-hour test, but it's actually closer to 4 hours because we can't give you the glucose drink until we take an initial blood sample and get the results back. Great.
There is one VERY old lady working at the intake desk who is clearly in no rush and asks me a bunch of basic questions about our insurance, address, etc. that DEFINITELY COULD HAVE BEEN SENT TO ME BEFOREHAND. This intake process could have been an email and now I've spent an extra 30 mins hungry.
April 3, 2025 at 8:34 PM
There is one VERY old lady working at the intake desk who is clearly in no rush and asks me a bunch of basic questions about our insurance, address, etc. that DEFINITELY COULD HAVE BEEN SENT TO ME BEFOREHAND. This intake process could have been an email and now I've spent an extra 30 mins hungry.