So the weekend was nice and uneventful - but it didn't start out that way.
Friday morning at the butt crack of dawn I dragged my ass outta bed and drove across town to the base clinic to have a 3-hour glucose test that my OB ordered. Yes, I know it seems really soon to be having such a test during my pregnancy...but with my family medical history of type 1 diabetes, my OB is being super careful and testing early.
So I show up and am immediately poked - the base line checked - all good at 110 after fasting for 12 hours. Then they have me sit down and make me drink 10 oz of this thick, vile orange goo - that is sooo sweet I kept gagging.
Wait 1 hour. Although after about 20 minutes, my heart is racing and I feel lightheaded so I ask the nurse if that is normal. Sure, she says...it's just a sugar high. Ok?? I've never had a sugar high in my life...I felt like I was having a stroke. Struggled to keep it down, chugged through like 32 oz of water trying to dilute some of it.
After 1 hour I was poked again. That's 2 so far. Then sent to sit back down and wait another hour. About halfway into the second hour my heart wasn't racing anymore which helped me feel better. Worked on the baby swaddle I was making since there was nothing else to do.
After the second hour - poked again. They couldn't find a vein so it took a couple tries. That's 3 times. Sent back to my seat, finished the baby blanket and waited out the last hour. And waited. And waited. And waited. After about an hour and 20 minutes...they FINALLY poke me the last time. Both arms totally bruised...yay. Poked 4 times. So they send me home, told me I would have my results by 5pm.
Great. On the way out of the office, I was bolting back Gatorade and munching on a Cliff bar...since it had been about 17 hours since I'd eaten last. The pod was not happy.
Walked to my car and saw about 3 car lengths away that my rear bumper had been hit. Asshats! Sometime while I was taking that test, someone hit my parked car. No note. People are vile. Sit on hold with my insurance company while I walked around the parking lot looking at all the red vehicles looking for matching damage - no luck. Progressive was great - took my info in less than 5 minutes and had an adjustor call me within 15 minutes. Awesome. Totally easy to deal with.
Security forces patently refuses to even take a report since both parties aren't present. Guess they've never heard of "leaving the scene of an accident" or how to do actual police work. *eyes roll* So glad I live off base...cuz heaven forbid there was an actual crime in their jurisdiction, I'd be totally screwed.
Fast forward to today. Just got back from having the collision estimate done on the damage. Purely cosmetic - yay. To the tune of nearly 800 bucks. Boo.
On the plus side - can't get any worse, right? Oh wait...still waiting on the test results. Maybe I should hold off on that...