It would be nice, though, if phlebotomists never ran late to their jobs.
(She wasn't VERY late, and I didn't say anything, because for all I know, she had a kid she had to wrestle into daycare or something before getting to work. But yeah. I passed from hungry, to "sorta ok," to nauseated. I'm sorta hungry again and I told myself "if you are ever allowed a donut, it's after bloodwork" so I have an apple fritter and a cup of milk).
Here's hoping the results all come back good. I'm careful in my regular life but I worry because (a) fattish woman of menopausal age and (b) weak family history of diabetes and I really do not want ANOTHER "oh here change your whole lifestyle and take this other medication" thing.
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