This morning I thought I was home free. For the past week, my sister has been forgetting about me and I’ve been loading up on sugar.
I look at it this way, if I’m diabetic, at least I’ll go out on a happy sugar high :). Well, this morning, about five minutes before I was going to eat breakfast, she calls and says “I’ll be there in about five minutes.”
Silently crying to myself, I acknowledge that I haven’t eaten anything yet and that I’ll be waiting for her.
Boy, was it traumatizing! The tourniquet hurt like a bitch, and I’m near tears squeezing this little squishy thing and closing my eyes as tight as possible.
Somewhere in there, I remember mumbling, “I better not be diabetic after going through all of this.” And of course, she just laughed at me.
Then, when it was all over and I saw how much blood she drew, I nearly passed out. I looked her in the eyes and asked, “Aren’t you supposed to give me some cookies and juice now?”
Who knew that so much blood was required to do a simple little check, but I guess she said she’s going to do the works on me or something.
Say a small prayer for me 