Thursday, May 26, 2005

Misery, or The Perils of Enforced Starvation

I suppose there are several reasons why the act of fasting is so unattractive to me.

My upbringing, of course, has much to do with it. In my family, food is an opportunity to show love and an excuse to have friends and family around.

Food isn't just fuel, it's important enough to be particular about quality even if it means spending large amounts of time and money on obtaining and preparing it.

You all know about my sweet tooth. An anticipated trip to the bakery is sometimes all it takes to turn me from a grumpy-drawers into someone pleasant to be with. You also know about my inability to go more than about three hours without food, without getting Shaky, Grumpy and Weakly (the three hypoglycaemia dwarfs).

And this is why I felt so much suffering this morning, when I had to get some blood tests done for possible gestational diabetes.

It was one of those tests where you can't eat for about twelve hours prior. In the three and a half hours I was at the laboratory, I had blood drawn from my arm three times, one hour apart. Between 9.30 last night and 10.30 this morning, my food intake consisted solely of a glass of sickly sweet drink (part of the test) which made me feel nauseous. Nausea on top of severe hunger, on top of tiredness because I had to get out of bed half an hour early, is not a pleasant thing.

Between leaving the lab and getting to the bus stop, all of ten paces, I inhaled two small bananas, followed by a large cheese sandwich. I stopped shaking after I got to work and had a cup of tea and a meat pie.

I'm going to be so disappointed if the results come back positive.

10 comments:

Jon said...

I'm sure everything will be fine for you and the baby....but do keep us posted. hugs!

Violet said...

Jon, you're so lovely I almost wish we lived in New York.

Ali said...

i've been pushing off my test for about 3 1/2 weeks now. i hated it the first two times and am really nervous about taking it this time.

but, you made it through....so, there's hope for me yet!

Violet said...

You're probably going to be okay, if you were fine the first two times. I feel more at risk because of my predisposition to sugar-level induced mood swings, plus my mother has late-onset diabetes.

Nyx said...

God I feel for you. I had to have two blood tests this week and it was horrible. The nurse laughed at me when she saw my reaction to the needle and then saw my many tattoos.

But it's just not the same...

Violet said...

llcoffee:if you have lots of tattoos, then your reaction to the needle must've been pretty blase.

darth said...

did you get the results yet????

Violet said...

No I didn't, darth. I'm thinking that unless it's positive, the midwife will just wait until our next appointment next week. So no news is good news.

glomgold said...

Here's to no news then!
I concur with the food = love bit. It is the only show of affection in my family. Dinner.

Violet said...

glomgold: yep, it's hard not to offend the person who's trying to force feed you with some horrible-tasting soup which she made especially from imported dried animal parts, for the sake of your health. You either drink up and try not to puke, or keep your stomach happy and your loved one unhappy.