Wednesday, August 11, 2010

My Big Secret

...At least it is a secret I try desperately to keep from all new acquaintances. I am pretty good about not sharing, even hiding it until I finally feel like I can trust you. So here's the thing... today I'm pretty desperate. The thought about what is going to happen tomorrow makes me want to curl into a ball and cry. I would choose numerous other forms of torture, before choosing to go through what lies in wait for me tomorrow. Some examples of torturous experiences that I would rather have include strutting my stuff down the sidewalk in my neighborhood stark naked, eating a live insect, watching The Wiggles (or Dora, or The DoodleBops, or Calliou) all day long for 24 hours straight, plucking my nose hairs out one by one, or even perhaps a root canal with no pain relief. I. am. dead. serious.

My number one phobia in LIFE is fruit. Eating. Touching. Smelling. No... I am not kidding. Let's get a few common queries out of the way, shall we? Yes, every kind of fruit. Even strawberries. Even watermelon. And yes, even tomatoes. Even fruit flavored things. No, nothing tragically fruit related ever happened to me. Yes, it's always been this way, ask my mother.

So, what so catastrophically horrendously heinous is going to victimize me tomorrow in all its fruity splendor? Three words people: Glucose Tolerance Test. If you've never been pregnant, the horror of week 28ish is the test for gestational diabetes. Let me offer a little glimpse into my personal hell, the forgotten level of Dante's Inferno, if you will. You have roughly 3-5 minutes in which you must ingest 10 ounces of thickish orange crush flavored syrupy "beverage", wait an hour, then get a blood test to see if your body is processing glucose properly. If it is, hurray, you can go on living a normal pregnancy. If it isn't, you might have gestational diabetes, in which case you get to do the procedure all over again, only you fast for several hours beforehand. Super.

This is my third pregnancy. I have never had gestational diabetes previously, but my doctor insists that I do this test again. I don't want any harm to come to my baby, or to me, so I will cooperate. However, I'm not going down without some choice words. Let me re-cap my previous experiences with this test.

#1, pregnant with Buddy Boy: My doctor is kind enough to give me the drink to take home to "chill", she says this helps with the taste. A few days later, one hour before my appointment. I gather the courage to commence sipping. Dry heaving ensues. Mascara running down my face as I moan, "Oh Dear Jesus please save me... Oh God... Oh God... Help me..." This was not sacrilege, I was literally praying. More dry heaving. Glance at the bottle, 1/4 down, 3/4 to go. More crying. More crying. Plugging the nose, 3/4 down. Barf-o-rama. Down the last ounce, hope it's enough. Blood test inconclusive. Repeat above one week later. Results negative.

#2, pregnant with Sweetpea: Same nice doctor willing to give me the drink to "chill" at home, Science has progressed, this time two flavor options, Cola and Orange. Before I know what I've done, the word "orange" comes out of my mouth, I'm handed the bottle, and am shoved out the door. Begin kicking myself in the parking lot asking my own dumb self, "what did you just do?!?". A few days later, one hour before my appointment. I gather the courage to commence sipping. Dry heaving ensues. Mascara running down my face as I moan, "Oh Dear Jesus please save me... Oh God... Oh God... Help me..." More dry heaving. Glance at the bottle, 1/4 down, 3/4 to go. More crying. More crying. Plugging the nose, 3/4 down. Up-chucking. Down the last ounce, hope it's enough. It was. Results negative.

#3, present day: New doctor, very strict. It isn't an option to get the drink prior, chill, and cry in the privacy of my own home. This time I MUST drink it under the supervision of a nurse, then sit in the waiting room for the blood work.

If you're reading this thinking, "oh puh-lease, so pathetic, it isn't that bad", just know that I hate you right about now, and don't want to hear it. I have spent the last three years dreading this event. More so than actually giving birth. I have brainstormed how to get around being subjected to this level of torture, including freezing said "beverage" and chopping it into little pill size pieces to swallow, eating the same sugar/carbohydrate amounts in jelly beans or cotton candy, skipping the test altogether. Here I am, on the verge of a major meltdown. Less that 24 hours until not only facing the biggest phobia I can possibly imagine, but also enduring the humiliation of a 2 year old style tantrum breakdown in front of a nurse, including but not limited to: begging for mercy, sobbing, my infamous "dry-heave face" that Gary thinks is so funny, and the actual puking and then having to start over.

This would all be freaking hilarious if it were happening to anyone but me. Please pray for me.


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d3b...* said...

wow i've never heard of a phobia like that before.. that really sucks.. i'm sure u just wish it is over and you don't remember anything about it.. that's how i feel every time i need to give an oral presentation lol..

i sure hope u don't puke so you don't have to start over again!!.. and ask for cola this time lol...

hope it happens quickly and painless!...*

julylamoon said...

I just took this test. Why doesn't it come just sugar flavored? Why ORANGE!? Seriously, I now know I am not the only one who dreads this "drink". I don't eat much fruit either. The nurse was almost late to check my results this time and I was freaking out (in my head) that I would have to drink that puke again. I will pray you make it through your appointment with your dignity intact. I would hold your hand, if I could.


Renee said...

Hang in there Michaela. I WILL be praying for you. I'm sorry you have to do this in public. Maybe you can be allowed to drink the stuff in a
reclining chair? Tell them you might pass out. Maybe they will put you in a recliner? I am sooooo sooooo sorry. I know this day would come, and knew it wouldn't be easier.
love ya

JackieD said...

i had two healthy pregnancies and never needed to drink the sludge, there are alternatives to the GTT, ask your doctor about them. no, DEMAND them.

Faith said...

oh! I was laughing SO hard hearing how much you hate fruit but the gestational diabetes thing. Oh sweetie. I'm so sorry. Just about every time I've had to drink one of those terrible icky things I've felt like I'm going to vomit, or pass out. Never had diabetes. Thankfully my increadibly amazing OB with #3 let me just go out and eat a big pancake breakfast. That was the way to go. Except that I had to eat a lot faster than I was used to in order to get back to the OB before they went on break for lunch.
I hate it that the whole OB procedure is so insenitive and illogical. Like - come on, if you are showing no signs of gestational diabetes why should we have to take the damn test? If both my husband and myself have negative blood why should I have to get the aweful shot in the butt?
Hope your test goes okay :)

Faith said...

p.s. LOVE your blog design!

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