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My Glucose Tolerance Test Drama

Sooo a month ago I had to take the glucose tolerance test. I took one last year when I was pregnant with Valentino and passed it. So naturally this time around, because I’ve been eating a lot less sugar, I thought I would pass it again.

And then I failed it.

I went into labcore and had to drink that sugary orange drink, then wait an hour and have a blood test. Then a week later the doctor called, said I failed it, and that I had to take the three hour glucose tolerance test.

If there is one thing I am afraid of in this world, it is needles. I’m deathly afraid of needles. I have needle phobia. My husband says I’m just foofool and need to get over it, but I can’t. So when I found out I have to take the 3 hour test (where they poke you 4 times), I had a panic attack. More like a heart attack.

I just knew that I would fail this test also, have gestational diabetes, and have to prick my fingers daily for the rest of my life. My mom had gestational diabetes during her second pregnancy, and I have a family history of diabetes. It also doesn’t help that I have a sweet tooth and eat sugary carbs like it’s no ones business. So instead of worrying about my health and how it would impact the baby, I just started freaking out over having my blood drawn. It got to the point where it would affect my sleep and give me nightmares. Nightmares of having to prick my finger every day, having the people at labcore mess up and having to be poked 10 times instead of 4. I was a mess. I contemplated not going and just skipping the test altogether.

And then one day I slapped some sense into myself. I thought, this is just getting ridiculous. I’m going to make that appointment, get the test done with, and if I have diabetes then so be it. The good thing that may come out of it is that I would systematically desensetize myself from being poked so much that I won’t be afraid anymore.

So I made that appointment, went in with the support of my husband, and just got it done. I had to fast and give a blood sample before I drank the sugary drink, then every hour for three hours afterwards as well. They took blood from my right arm first (the inside of my elbow) and then three more times on the left arm (all on the same spot, on the inside of my elbow).

Looking back, the needles were nothing compared to how that sugary drink made me feel. Half an hour after I drank it, I felt like death. I got severe nausea, was gagging, having hot and cold sweats, shaking and feeling like I was going to faint. Apparently this is normal, and they had a room there for me to lay down and hold a bag for vomiting. This sugary drink had double the amount of sugar in it than the drink I had during the one hour glucose test. I really thought I was dying. It was that bad.

But then a week later, I got a call from the doctors saying i PASSED!!!!! I didn’t have gestational diabetes!!!!!!

So i did a happy dance….and slept much better that night.

About: Leila Rahmanian and Salar Rahmanian

Leila Rahmanian is married to Salar Rahmanian. They live in the San Francisco Bay Area and have three wonderful kids, two boys named Valentino Rahmanian and Caspian Rahmanian and a beautiful daughter named Persephone Rahmanian.