Annual Ob/gyn appointment was yesterday. It was my first time meeting Dr. P. He encourages his patients to get glucose resistance testing. Dr. P is the third ob/gyn I’ve visited and the first one to suggest this. Has anyone else been hit up for this? Frankly, I think it’s the same thing as when dentists try to con you into getting your teeth whitened.
So, silly me, I agree to come back today to take the test. Fasting. Hooray! Looove not getting to eat then being forced to shotgun 10 oz. of foul medicinal Sunkist. The LabCorp chick was initially just as friendly as the last time I got the LabCorp experience (remember the drug test a year or two ago?) but after I drank the medicinal SunKist and everyone else left the waiting room she ended up talking to me about Hurricane Katrina, pronouncing “levies” as “leaves.” She also dropped an F bomb, which is something I don’t typically do at work. Yeaa, then more blood. As soon as she said it would be an hour in between bloodlettings, I realized, “hey, I’ve heard about this one!” (the upside to all this obsessive compulsive research). I’m interested to hear the results, since I’m so heavy.
Oh, hey…also at the ob/gyn’s yesterday…they took out my beloved ParaGuard IUD. I told Dr. P that I was going to be back in March to have him remove it, but while doing his thing yesterday, he said “Hey, it’s already out a little” (about a millimeter) “so I’m just going to remove it. You may feel a little cramp.”
Yessirree, I did indeedy.
I am now a timebomb of possible fertility. Holy Fucking SonofaBitch Shit. I am in several dozen layers of shock. And NO we are not going to start trying anything soon (please just trust me on this). Barring a medical surprise, watch this space next year. (Assuming I have detached from the ceiling by then. I am seriously freaked out).