When the phone rang Thursday afternoon and the caller ID said "SonoraQuest" I really thought they would be looking for The Mr. Sure, I'd had labwork done not that long ago, but I had honestly forgotten.

Anyway, so the nurse gave this hideously long-winded explanation of why she was calling. Yeah, she had to get all that information out, but I almost nodded off! OK not really, but I did find myself screaming in my head "Get to the point woman!"

Looking back I guess I should have known there would be an issue. When I walked into the lab and handed the phlebotomist (who eerily reminded me of my step mother and made me wonder when she was going to yell at me) my paperwork she casually said that the order they had for me was different than the one in their system but that she was going to use the paperwork I came with.

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I have to do something this afternoon that I've never done before. And I'm not looking forward to it. In fact, I suspect there will be ridiculous amounts of screaming and crying.

No. 2 needs bloodwork. *sigh* Actually, she's the toughest of all the kids when it comes to stuff like this so she may surprise me and not throw a fit, but I'm seriously not holding my breath.

She has a strange mix of things going on with her and the doctor thought getting some bloodwork would either help rule out a connection or help us treat the problems as a whole.

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Caller ID said "Chandler Primar" and in that moment "Primar" equalled "primary" which equalled "kids school" which equalled "oh crap what's wrong with the kids?" Didn't matter that the school's actual caller ID says the school's name.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi this is garblegarblegarble from Dr. D's office," she said.

Dr. D? Is this one of the kids' doctors? No, that's Dr. N. Oh, wait, I'm coming to my senses now: Dr. D is my new primary care physician. OK, I got it.

"Oh, hi," I said.

She stumbled on her words as she began: "Dr. D got your recent bloodwork back and everything looks fine. Your clotting numbers all look good."

"OK good," I said, relieved.

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Tonight I'm walking a fine line.

I usually prefer to wake up higher than the recommended fasting. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be sky high, but being over 110 really rocks my world because that means I don't have to eat anything before I exercise.

This morning for example, I was 116 mg/dL I believe. Had a wonderful walk that wasn't preceded by food.

Tomorrow morning, though, I'm having some fasting bloodwork done. And not until 8 a.m. Even on mornings when I walk I've usually eaten breakfast by 8 a.m. Remember last time I had bloodwork and woke up on the super high side and then wound up nearly close to low while I was getting my blood drawn? No? Well then read this.

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I'm waiting for the call from Susanne to tell me how awful it was.

Charlie is getting blood drawn as we speak. It's been a while since he's had to do this and I think he's forgotten how painful it could be.

Susanne reminded him yesterday that she was taking him for blood work.

"Is that the one with the needle in my arm?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"That's not so bad," he said bravely.

I was pretty shocked by his response. Typically he would cover his arm with his hand, throw himself down on the floor and stage a minor tantrum while spinning in a fetal breakdance position.

He's come a long way since December of 2006.

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I’m not afraid of needles, but I must admit that I’m a little fearful of the bloodwork I’m scheduled to have in a few weeks.
 

Since I finally found an endo practice that I enjoy (yes, I know I still haven’t blogged about it yet!), they naturally want their own bloodwork. Which is great. And fine with me. It’s just the type of bloodwork that’s being done that’s leaving me a little uneasy.
 

I know it shouldn’t. And, really, I’m not uneasy I’m just kind of … I don’t know… just nervous? anxious? curious?
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