I just got back from my 24 week glucose tolerance test. This time I got orange flavored glucola, which I have decided is the least awful of the glucola flavors (lemon-lime is the most awful). I should have results in a couple of days. Hopefully I get to stop here and will not have to do the three hour test.
I ended up taking Riley with me to the lab. Unlike Megan, who only leaves the house under duress, Riley loves going on errands - of any kind. He likes going to the grocery store, the barber, the pharmacy. It is all exciting to him, or maybe he hates being left behind. But either way, to leave the house without him means that he cries. And Riley processes the saddest sad face in the universe. So Bryan and I have gotten in the habit of taking him with us as much as practical.
Anyway, Riley was a hit at the lab. The techs cracked up when they noticed him sitting in a chair "reading" The New Yorker. And then they started giving him lollipops. I used to try to refuse the lollipops that people offered my children, but I have long since given up. It isn't worth the disappointment (for the lollipop giver and the child). And while I thought, and said, that 8:30 am was a little early for a lollipop, I OK'd the transaction. Little did I know that I was unleashing a flood of lollipops.
The teach came out with two stickers and 5 lollipops! And then we went for the blood draw. Riley sat on my lap and closely watched the whole transaction. I watched Riley's face the whole time; I'm not squeamish about blood draws, but I don't actually like seeing the needle in my arm. But Riley seemed to think that it was all very interesting.
Afterward, the tech gave Riley more lollipops. And then he gave him some more. And then he tried to give him even more, but I snapped out of my sugar-addled state and managed to stop it. All told, I think that Riley managed to collect about 15 lollipops from the visit.
Maybe that is why he likes going on errands so much.
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