I spent 5 hours in the doctor's office this morning for an IRT (Insulin Resistance Test). I've had them in the past and they aren't the worst thing that could happen to you. Or so I thought...For those of you new to the insulin resistant world, I will quickly explain the procedure. You enter the office fasting (no food or gum after midnight) and the nurse pricks you once with a needle, inserts and IV coupler thing (I don't really know what they're called, I'm just making it up) and draws your blood once every half hour for the next two hours. Easy, right? Well, only in a perfect world. You see, apparently I'm dead and I just forgot to fall over. (My mother has been telling me this for years, but for a different reason.)
Today I was poked 8 times with a needle to no avail. No matter where or how the nurse inserted the needle no blood flowed. I've been poked, prodded, chaffed, even slapped and had a turniquet on so long my hand swelled up and turned purple but never was the nurse able to get more than a few drops of blood from me. My hands took the worst of the abuse - they are both so sore and bruised (I mean really green and gross looking) that it hurts even to type. This is all bad enough, but consider that this is the second time in six days this procedure has been attempted with the same results and canceled for the same reason. Do I really want to know how much progress I've made this badly? I think not! So tonight - as I cringe every time I have to pick something up or one of my family loving pats my hand - I'm not feeling very cordial toward members of the medical profession (sorry Kylie). I know they did their best, and they really were very compassionate, but that doesn't stop my hands from hurting or change the fact that I have to come in yet AGAIN to be poked and pricked and prodded...
P.S. In case you were wondering, YES! I was hydrated. That is always the first question they ask when they have trouble finding my veins. After answering the same question for 3 different nurses I finally looked at the last and said -"I'm so hydrated I'm peeing water! Speaking of which, could you please direct me to the nearest restroom?" They finally stopped asking...
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I'm sorry Rachel! I was just cringing reading your post. Hopefully next time will be better!!
Poor Rachel! I feal your pain. I have to go through simular pokes when I get my tyroid tested (except in my arm). The only time I didn't was when I was pg. I hope it goes better for you next time.
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