The Bad Wednesday

Did I ever get blindsided yesterday. I had my glucose screening at the birth center. I went in there, all innocent and cheerful, not knowing what was about to hit me. I drank this big bottle of orange liquid sugar: "Chug it," she said. Then we had to wait in the waiting room an hour until they would take my blood. I wasn't feeling so good in the waiting room. The staff put Madagascar on the bigscreen and I could barely lift an eyelid at it. I kind of keeled over on my side into the couch pillows. I was feeling nauseated and the baby felt like it had been given a stimulant (which it had) bopping around in my stomach. The midwife touched my shoulder finally and we went back for the blood draw.

On the drive home I felt like vomiting was imminent. That horrible feeling when it's kind of heaving up inside you but you can't actually do it. William stopped for breakfast burritos and a paper bag (since I had been fasting for the test). I couldn't eat, however. We got home and I collapsed upstairs. I finally was able to throw up and felt a little better for a moment. That passed. I lay like a corpse most of the day feeling sick. Then, strangely, the sick feeling went away and I immediately felt hung over. William said I was crashing from all the sugar. I didn't feel any better until about 9:30 at night.

No one told me there could be side effects from the gluscose. Not happy about that. I also feel like I never want to take that cursed test again. I looked it up and the only flag I have for gestational diabetes is being over 25, so I'm hoping we can bypass this thing next time. Ugh.

It turned out I was feeling better just in time. William got a call from his sister that his mom had fallen and hurt herself. We got out to Georgetown to look after the kids while Tammy took Linda to the emergency room. They were gone a while--after a couple of hours William looked at his phone and realized Tammy had been calling him. She left a message that they'd just gotten out of the emergency room when Linda, on pain medicine, had fallen again right outside the hospital and hit her head pretty hard. So they'd gone back again to fill out a report and get a CAT scan. What a night for Linda! Luckily she didn't have a concussion, though she did break her nose. There's some surgery she could have on her foot that might help her maneuver better. Tammy's going to try to get her into a orthopod this week.

I'm feeling much better today. I bet Linda's feeling pretty darn crummy, though.