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More Medical Pokes And Prods
Yet another 3-hour blood glucose test this morning, because one doctor got it into her head that the reason I have large babies is because I am pre-diabetic, diabetic, or have gestational diabetes. Couldn't have anything at all to do with me being 5'8" (and at that, shorter than both my MIL and SIL), Wonderful Husband being 6'1" and both of our fathers being 6'2". No, it has to be because of diabetes.
(Add to which that Jazzy's due date is nine days away, and I'm like, really? Is this necessary at this late juncture?)
But whatever. I did the blood test, and am expecting it to say the same thing as the last one. And at least the waiting room was showing a good movie today - Stand By Me. The time I got stuck there watching The Little Rascals remake was something close to purgatory. This, not so bad.
ETA: Oh, look, the results are back already and every single one is well within the normal range! Cue Gilbert Gottfried's Iago monologue about being ready to have a heart attack and die of not-surprise.
(Add to which that Jazzy's due date is nine days away, and I'm like, really? Is this necessary at this late juncture?)
But whatever. I did the blood test, and am expecting it to say the same thing as the last one. And at least the waiting room was showing a good movie today - Stand By Me. The time I got stuck there watching The Little Rascals remake was something close to purgatory. This, not so bad.
ETA: Oh, look, the results are back already and every single one is well within the normal range! Cue Gilbert Gottfried's Iago monologue about being ready to have a heart attack and die of not-surprise.
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