I had my glucose test today. This is the test I have to take about week 28 where I don't eat any breakfast but drink this sugary, orange drink instead. One hour later, my blood is drawn and they'll test it for glucose. And that's about all I know, since I've never failed it. Yet. The drink is yucky, but I just get it down fast.

So I've had 5 glucose tests now. Once I got to eat a Snickers bar instead of drink the orange syrup. But they tell me the Snickers bar won't give an accurate result. And every other time I've had this test done I've either gone to a hospital or a blood drawing clinic of some sort (wherever the insurance was allowed) and had to wait the hour there. It's always been the yuckiest test of them all b/c I'd have an hour to sit and anticipate the pain, on top of feeling nauseous from fasting and the sugar rush. Sometimes, the Phlebotomist has left a nice, big bruise on my arm. Which also hurt.

So today was really a highlight. I'm thrilled. They started drawing blood at the doctor's office. So no clinic or hospital. At my last visit, they sent me home with the orange drink. And instructions of when to drink it. So I drank it at home and drove to my appointment. I signed in at 9:05. As I was leaving the building at the end, the same clock said 9:30. This included a regular, monthly doctor check-up. And making my next 2 appointments. They rushed me right along. And I couldn't have been happier. Their Phlebotomist is amazing. Course, I've only had her take my blood now twice, but each time was a success. No missing the vein, no bruises, no sore arm. Just this nice, speedy service. Aaahhh! Can't tell you how great it is. I wish I could borrow her for the hospital delivery day, when they give me the IV.

I'd made plans to go straight to the gym after the doctor. But I really needed something to eat on the way. So I had my first McDonald's breakfast sandwich in probably over a decade. It was surprisingly good. Could have helped that I was starving and dizzy. As I was walking to the front doors of the gym, I felt very guilty carrying my McDonald's bag to the trash.