So, as predicted, my blood sugar was lowish most of Friday morning. In fact, I believe my fasting was under 90, so I had to eat a granola bar before going for my walk. I stayed under 100 until lunch time.

It was totally crazy. Thank you stress and nerves!

I knew I'd need some complex carbs to get me through the afternoon without going low. So I went for my favorite soft pretzel spot for lunch. So, so yummy. And so, so rough on my blood sugar. I can usually count on hanging out in the 200s for about five or six hours no matter what I do when I have one of those pretzels.

Just before leaving for the doctor's office, I checked my sugar and was around 240. I really hadn't wanted to be that high, but was slightly comforted knowing that I wouldn't go low during the procedure.

Interestingly, I didn't feel nervous. I didn't have butterflies in my stomach or have the urge to flee.

The nurse prepped my neck by putting some topical numbing cream on it. It was kind of tingly and warm; almost like when your foot goes to sleep but not as intense. As I lay there waiting for the doctor to come in, I prayed for strength and tried to relax with lots of deep breaths.

The nurse explained what was going to happen with the charm of a flight attendant. I could tell she had done this thousands of times. Despite her explanation, it didn't prepare me for the discomfort.

The procedure calls for the doctor to puncture the nodule three times and move the needle in and out of the nodule (not the skin) for at least 20 seconds. After the first puncture I started to feel that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you're about to pass out. The nurse continued to put pressure on my neck while I took deep breaths. I asked her to check my sugar to make sure I hadn't gone ridiculously low in a matter of minutes. Thankfully, my sugar hadn't budged.

The second and third punctures were equally as uncomfortable, but the butterflies had gone. I was very grateful to be in an office where the staff understood what I was going through blood sugar-wise.

The nurse continued to put pressure on my neck and insisted that I lay down for a bit until I felt OK to get up. I expected blood and Band-Aids and puncture marks, but there were none.

I kept an ice pack on my neck for the drive home and actually went shopping before I got home. My neck was uncomfortable for the remainder of the evening and it was difficult to turn my head very much, but by the next morning I felt much better and had no bruising or swelling or difficulty swallowing.

Results are back on Friday.