Diabetes Testing

A couple of weeks ago my doctor requested that I come in and take a diabetes test to find out whether I had diabetes, as it is a great concern with my families history.

I had to drink the most disgusting drink that I have ever drank before (it had 10 grams of glucose for every ounce and I had to drink 10 ounces...in 5 minutes or less once I started!), I had to fast for 8 hours before drinking this stuff and I don't think that helped matters any. By the time I finished drinking that stuff I was ready for many swallows of pure water (oh did it taste good!).

This last week I got a phone call from the office informing that my test came back normal...which means that I don't have diabetes! I know that I still need to take care of my body but I'm so glad to hear that I don't diabetes.

Free Clinic

I went to a free clinic a couple of weeks ago (read: MISTAKE). I had a little while before I had tutoring so I figured that I would offer myself test body. There was a large group of highly trained specialists, the best in their field. It included a lot of poking, prodding, injections (I think that I might have been given a lot of botox...which would be what I get for going to the doctor by myself when I don't speak the language :D), they listened to my heartbeat (among other things) many times over. As one doctor was beginning to finish up their testing (IE: lose interest) another doctor would come over and start their tests. All in all this visit was over an hour long. Every time I would try to sit-up, I would be told "no you can't wake-up" and then be pushed back down onto the floor. Who knew that 3, 4, and 5 year olds could be specialists...or at least they seemed to think that they knew what they were doing :D.

(Sorry I couldn't figure out how to rotate the pictures)

I can't remember all of my "doctors" but I know that some were: Jimmy, Judy, Peggy, Yoggy, Jeremy, Wendy, Iris, and Annie