The glucose challenge

I took my glucose challenge yesterday.  The drink itself wasn't like what I imagined.  It was a little plastic bottle of stuff that looked and tasted a lot like sweet kool-aid, and was really easy to get down.  But I do have to admit that after about 20 minutes I started to feel really gross with all that glucose running around my body.  It was kind of like the time I accidentally drank regular coffee after a long break from caffeine.  After sitting in the waiting room for an hour they took blood and urine samples and I was on my way. 

I almost RAN to the burrito place to get something else in my body to try and counter the sugar-yuck feeling.  I then proceeded to spill a big chunk of burrito down my chest, belly, and onto my lap.  There is nothing quite like the feeling of the large breasts, large belly, and food stains all down the front of your clothes.  This seems to happen to me on a somewhat regular basis these days. 

(That's me to the right -- the Venus of Willendorf -- chomping on a burrito with beans spilled all down my front.  Are you impressed with my procrastination skills?  Give me the internet and Adobe Photoshop and I'll kill hours...)

I filed all of my grades last night and now am trying to focus enough to clear off my desk and do some odious tasks that I have been procrastinating from for months.  I wish the world could just stop for a week or two so I could take a break from everything and let my tired brain take it all in and smell the roses (or burrito stains, as the case may be).

more to worry about

Last week I had about a pint of blood drawn for a gazillion tests, and also donated a urine sample.

The results came back today.

Borderline hyperthyroidism.

Borderline diabetes.

oof.