Why hasn’t any one ever blogged about how much the glucose tolerance test sucks, and mightily?
While no one little moment was awful, it was a culmination of sucktitude, like flies. One fly I can cope with 100? Not so much.
The auspicious beginning included me waking at 5:00 a.m. and being so worried about over-sleeping, I couldn’t get back to sleep. Instead I catnapped off and on for the next hour.
I did remember to bring along my laptop, cell phone and a novel in case the laptop ended up useless (which it did).
I was one of three other women in the draw room for the GTT, so I thought about trying to strike up a conversation on commiserating, but it just didn’t happen. One woman brought her daughter, who was about five, and her Mom. After the base draw to make sure we had sufficiently fasted, I expected Grandma to take Granddaughter somewhere – anywhere – so the girl wouldn’t become whiney. Instead? They stayed the entire three four hours.
I was asked how I felt when they did the first blood draw post gluconate consumption (the second actual draw) and when I told the phlebo I felt woozy, she walked me over to the ICU waiting room…with recliners! and a couch! and the option to shut off the lights! and a TV all to myself!
For the second blood draw (are you keeping count? the third poke) I felt a little guilty walking past the other two ladies waiting out their GTT in the overly-bright draw waiting room (actually one had to sit in the hallway chairs with no TV b/c the patient who brought her Mom and daughter took up the only three seats in the waiting room), while I was "enjoying" some relative peace and comfort.
The final draw was at 10:45 a.m. The first was at 7:05 a.m. Basically four hours. The trio was gone when I walked by, but the third patient was still waiting. She was told about the ICU waiting room, but she decided to stick it out there even though she said that she had to spend the last half hour listening to the other woman talk on her cell phone WHILE ON SPEAKER! Who does that??
I felt pretty crappy after that, and even when I finally got something to eat. I slept for a couple of hours and now I’m finally feel up to updating. Now even if you don’t care so much about glucose tolerance tests, maybe someone looking for info will. All I can say to them is dress comfortably and bring something to occupy yourself. Also, don’t assume you’ll feel up to returning to work afterward.
And no, they don’t place a port for the draws. I add that because my husband asked. It’s four separate pokes…if you’re lucky…since you will be dehydrated as well. My last draw was done with a butterfly because my veins had shrunken so much.
Really, I’m sorry this was so dull. I’m still out of it. I can only hope the results are conclusive, even if I failed. I don’t want to go through that again.