7:15pm last night I had my last meal. Well, we’d already eaten dinner (teriyaki peanut stir fry with soba noodles – yum!) so I really just had a snack – a chocolate pumpkin muffin. Fabulous. This morning we were at the doctor’s office at 7:40am. Around 8:15 they finally took me back – I grumbled to Dave during the waiting that the longer we waited the longer til I ate. Somebody was a happy camper this morning… They actually put an IV in and took the first vial of blood. Then they gave me more yummy glucose stuff to drink. I chose lime this time, which was a much better choice than the fruit punch. It tasted like a melted popsicle, which wasn’t so bad.
And then three hours of waiting and not eating and blood drawn every hour led to this:
In reality, it really wasn’t that bad. I was hungriest right at the beginning, during my normal breakfast time. But once that passed I mostly forgot about it. The IV in my arm was the most annoying thing! Dave and I passed the time with a little reading…
…and watching a movie
We watched Extraordinary Measures. This is how Dave and I watch movies: he thinks about them, processes them, makes life applications. I just watch them. In one ear, out the other.
The movie was actually pretty good, but that didn’t keep me from mocking Brendan Fraser for this:
C’mon! Nobody actually wears their sweaters like that!!
We finally left the doctor’s at about 11:30. I came home and gobbled up a hardboiled egg, some asiago bread, and a pear. I think a chocolate muffin might be in my future…
So answer me this: does anybody actually wear their sweaters like that?