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After fasting for 12 hours, my glucose level this morning was 99.

I thought that I'd just barely passed the first of the four draws, but apparently I've actually just barely failed it. This chart shows the levels that the American Diabetes Association considers abnormal at each interval of the test:

Interval Abnormal reading
Fasting 95 mg/dl or higher (mine was a 99. I apparently JUST barely failed)
One hour 180 mg/dl or higher
Two hours 155 mg/dl or higher
Three hours 140 mg/dl or higher


Instead of the horrible flat sunkist flavor stuff that I had last time, I was "treated" to what can only be described as an incredibly thick version of a cheap generic knock-off of Hawaiian Punch flavor kool-aid. Since this was the three hour test, it had 100 g of glucose, rather than the 50 g used in the one hour glucose challenge test. I was able to basically chug it down and headed out to the waiting room to wait for the hour as directed.

About 40 minutes in, my head started splitting. Severe stabbing pain emanated from behind my eyelids. I started getting nauseous and rested my head against the wall. I was trying to read an Amy Vowell book, but the words were swimming on the page, mocking me. After the first hour draw, the phlebotomist told me "you're looking a little pale. Feeling o.k.?" I nodded meekly.

Draw done, they shuttled me back to the waiting room. Wash, rinse, repeat. At the second hour draw this woman with a thick Indian accent told me "it might sting a little." As she SHOVED the needle in, I felt it pop through the back side of my vein. The walls started shimmying - similar to the visual you get while driving on hot asphalt in Texas during August. The road looks wet - and appears to dip and turn. The same mirage-type effect started happening on the wall. She was asking me something, but I couldn't get my mouth to cooperate and answer. I stood up and then...

Thunk.

Fainted. I came to on the way down, and thankfully fell in the chair I had just rose from.

They escorted me to a bed in a back room, where I laid very still and tried to will the room to stop spinning. I laid there for the next hour, when I had my last and final blood draw.

I then drove to Burger King and promptly inhaled a Whopper. (I've essentially given up meat, but it was the only thing I thought I could ingest without immediately chucking it right back up). Oh. and some chicken tenders. And some fries. My head is throbbing now, so I think my poor body is confused and doesn't know what is going on.

Literally as I was pulling into the driveway at home, I skidded out on the ice and clipped a snowbank pretty hard.

I was supposed to go back to the doctor today, but she had an emergency c-section to deal with. So now, I'm waiting for additional info and praying that I am going to pass the remaining three tests.