Sugar Me Timbers

For those of you not in the know, I took the one hour glucose screening last week. And failed. The cut off is generally between 130 and 140 depending on doctor and I got a dang nabbit 141. So, I got to participate in the torture that so many pregnant women get to experience.


It goes like this: Pregnant woman can’t eat for 12 hours. AND THAT’S JUST THE BEGINNING. Then, she gets to sit in the doctors office and/or lab waiting room for three hours, have blood drawn four separate times and drink the sweetest drink known to man. A fab way to spend a morning.

Sadly, my plans to live-tweet the whole shebang went out the window because the dungeon of the lab receives no 3G or cell service. Talk about kicking someone when they’re down. But, never fear because I still captured everything for you. Because I know you’re dying to know every crazy thought that was going through my head as the morning progressed.

8.40am – Blood draw #1. Thankfully it’s the phlebotomist that doesn’t bruise the crap out of me. And that’s actually nice and just chatty enough to distract me. BECAUSE I HATE HAVING MY BLOOD DRAWN OMG. She gives me my “breakfast” of fruit punch laced with like 7,215 grams of glucose. Yum.

8.45 –  Last time I had fruit punch that burned this much I was in college and there was Everclear involved. The amount of sugar it must take for that burning sensation must be fricking crazy.

8.50 – Alright. Drink is done. Time for crossword puzzles!

9.01 – Wow. A lot of people are coming in to get fasting blood draws done. And then this douchebag mentions food?! Who DOES that?

9.05 – Is it warm in here?

9.15  – Oh. Oh no. This is not a good feeling.

9.20 – The guy that mentioned food is wearing nice shoes. I hope he doesn’t get pissed when I spew fruit punch on them.

9.24 – Little A is going banana sandwich. NO SUGAR FOR THIS KID EVERRRRR.

9.30 –  I wonder if anyone notices I am sweating profusely.

9.35 – Good god and butterfingers can any more people cram into this room??



9.45 – Deep breaths. No vomit, no vomit, no whammies…STOP

9.50 – Blood draw #2. She says I am free to leave the lab now and to come back in 40 minutes.

9.55 – I escape the waiting room and seek the sanctity of fresh air and my car. The McDonalds next to the parking lot taunts me. I feel hungover and dizzy and I just know that McRegret’s Breakfast and a giant fountain Coke would save the day. Plus, when am I ever up early enough to GET McD’s breakfast.

9.56 – I gently weep. OK, not really. I bust out the tablet and start writing this shit down.

10.12 – I want to meet the woman who pissed off her doctor so much that he invented this test to shut her piehole. And then I want to punch her. And the doctor.

10.20  – Dude it’s fricking cold outside. I should have gotten in the front seat. But if I move I may hurl. Does remote start work from inside the car?

10.30 – Kid has not stopped squirming since I chugged that %^@!. You know what, tiny douchebag, that is not helping with the nausea issue.

10.36 – For the love of all things, don’t belch. So nasty. Why do they make these things in terrible flavors? Can’t they just make it like sugar water so you aren’t repeatedly tasting this crap for hours?

10.50  – Blood draw #3, one to go. I am running out of veins.

11.00 – This is worse than the time I had to get ten vaccinations at once.

11.10 – OMG SO HUNGRY. Lolololol, I know, let’s prank the pregnant women and not let them eat for 16 hours. That’ll learn ’em.

11.12 – Holy fucking crap will the fruit punch burps from the River Styx ever go away???


11.46 – Wake up with wicked fruit punch coughs and almost vom. That would decreased the value of the car.

11.50 – Blood draw #4. And of course, she had to botch one of the draws so, um, ow. Give her credit for 75% success though. My arms hurt when I bend them.

12 noon – Hungry, dizzy, headachey. Should I go to work for a half day? Hmmm.

12.01 –  NOPE.

12.10 – Get home. Give me something to &/#$! eat.


3.36  – FEED ME. AGAIN.

4.00 – ….That wasn’t so bad.

I can’t even include battle wound pictures. Even with the botched draw I have nothing to show for it. Not a bruise, not a spot, nothing.

Now, we await the results. So far (as of 1:30 Tuesday) not a peep so I am taking that as a good sign and that I should find and eat one of those giant chocolate muffins. Because that sounds %$#! delicious.

14 thoughts on “Sugar Me Timbers

  1. bowmansinbavaria says:

    I thought I left a comment but it disappeared! Anyway, I could have written a similar post. The GTT is like cruel and unusual punishment to pregnant women. I remember that when I did the test with Superdude, I got sooo dizzy, I nearly passed out. Ugh.

  2. The first time I had to do the three hour test, I nearly did puke. I stay focused on my DS and played games for three hours. The second time my husband had off. I made him take me. I figured that he should share some of my misery since I did 95% of all appointments without him. Did I feel sick that time? NO. Bastard.

  3. calliope says:

    I’m sorry you had to do that. The blessing is that you didn’t vom, because if you did, you’d have had to do it all over again on another day. Hope you passed!

  4. The wife got Lemon-Lime for her one-hour glucose screening, and she practically shotgunned that thing. It was gone in like 33 seconds flat. At the time she said she felt sorry for whoever got stuck with the fruit punch flavor. Good to know that her fears of that one were confirmed. Luckily, she avoided the three-hour. My sympathies for that one.

    And I see you’ve jumped on the motherbitches train. Welcome. It’ll change your life.

    • I had orange for the one hour and it wasn’t awful. The fruit punch was just insult to injury though. I never got a choice of flavors.

      I’ve always been on the motherbitches train! I also think it’s time to bring asshat back. Also jackwagon. I heard that on storage wars and fully enjoyed it.

    • If this was facebook, I would like this comment, then unlike just so I could like it again! I wish I could tell you how to avoid it. Unfortch, this was the one thing I was totally unconcerned about and I WAS MISTAKEN. I will be keeping my fingers crossed for you.

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