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[Confidential to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif) lazulisong: AKASHI IS THE BEST DADDY EVER. EIJI IS THE WORST. ALSO, WTF.]
So, this morning I rocked up at the pathology office to get some blood tests done, only to find I'd brought the wrong one of my two bloodwork referrals and had the one that involves getting blood taken, then drinking a glucose drink and waiting for an hour, more blood, another hour, more blood. They prefer you to book for this one, which I hadn't done, but fortunately they had an opening so we're doing it anyway.
Also fortunate, I was planning to go to uni after this so I have a laptop with which to kill the time.
I discovered that the glucose drink works almost instantly to fix the fasting-induced crappy hypoglycaemia reaction, but also tastes kind of weird; at first I liked it, but it has a hideous aftertaste and my body is fairly rapidly sending me signals along the lines of OH WHAT BITCH YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT regarding the unbelievable sugar hit I just had.
So.
I haven't been able to have painkillers today due to lack of food so typing is kind of ftl, but what I can do is find some TV on my hard drive I feel like watching.
later
It's been over an hour since I had 75 grams of sugar for breakfast. I don't feel that great, for some reason, and I've been advised to avoid having more sugar today. Again, can't imagine why.
apparently many people who come in for this don't bring anything to do and spend the time increasingly bored and miserable. Me, I've watched an episode of Go Go Sentai Boukenger, played some Civ4, worked on an LJ post, listened to an episode of Wait Wait Don't Tell Me, and am now being offended by presentation of a pair of conjoined twins on a Discovery Channel program (on the TV in here) called EXTREME BODIES. While it's all being presented with interesting scan details and so on, it's basically HEY LOOK FREAKS!!!
Grr.
12:08pm
Finally finished with the periodic blood sampling. I'm now sitting outside, er, a colo-rectal disease clinic where I found an out-of-the-way corner with a power point available. I still feel pretty crappy and not up to walking to the train station, let alone going to uni/heading home, both of which involve still more walking, so my plan is to sit and relax and drink lots and lots of water so my body can process its way back to stability after a few hours of hideous abuse. Skipping breakfast and substituting 75 grams of sugar is not something my body approves of.
I spoke to velithya briefly. She reminded me to take my meds, which I'd forgotten I still needed to do, and also pointed out that I'm not allowed any ice cream today. This is not a particular hardship, my body is sending me letters that go like this:
Dear Sami,
We understand that the last few hours were an experiment undertaken for science, or at least for good medical reasons. Accordingly, we're working hard together to process this sugar assault and food-deprivation as positively as possible.
That said, we're not exactly happy about it and it's not exactly easy. That reflux you're experiencing? That's the warning signal. That is as much sugar as we're going to take. And bitch, we can make you suffer.
Love,
Your Internal Organs
I would kill for steak and salad right now.
3:53pm
Still feeling really quite crook. Almost want to find someone who can test my blood sugar to tell me what the hell I need to do to feel better... I'm still sitting in a chair at the hospital watching videos on my laptop and sipping water.Current Music: Cobra Starship - Snakes on a Plane (Bring It)
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I have, in essence, been feeling (physically) like crap for the entire day. I am only even starting to feel better now that I'm home and have had some real food. (Because the only gluten-free options at the hospital cafe were chicken chaussure (sp?), which had a small portion that was edible and the rest was potatoes that tasted kind of gross and a vegetable portion loaded with cooked carrot, which I find disgusting, beef casserole also heavy on cooked carrot and also stuff like celery, which, ugh, and fruit "salad" that was basically 80% melon, and I don't, in fact, like any melon I've yet tasted. Rockmelon is orange and gross. Watermelon is red and gross. Other kinds of melon can be colours like green and gross. They all suck.)
I feel snarly and antisocial on a scale with which I am generally unfamiliar. I'm aware that my blood sugar levels have probably been havoc all day, even though I even choked down melon in the attempt to try and keep eating at regular intervals to try and let it even out. Whatever. I hate the world generically.
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