"And it really was awful!"

Tuesday, Feb. 5, 1991 (Part 1)
     Guy was able to get Friday off to go with me for the 3-hr. test.  I just realized  I didn't finish telling about the test Wed.  When they did the blood test at the end of the hour (after I saw Dr. Graves) it was 205.  She said the border line was 140 and that since it was so high I needed to come back for the 3-hr. test.  So she scheduled me for 8 AM Friday.  Anyway, Guy was told he could have Fri. off if he worked til 6:00 Thu.  He's been getting off about 2:00-2:30.  Well, the people that were supposed to relieve his people didn't show up til 8:00.  They thought they should or could go eat & get there whenever they were done.  He was also going to be switched to the eve watch starting Sat. 2-10.  That means he won't be able to go to Chief's last class.  He wouldn't let me go again last week even though I was getting better.  He said the last class they'll just be graded and get their certificates.  He's going to call them in the morning to let them know & see what we need to do for Chief to graduate.
     I sure am wandering....For the 3-hr test I couldn't have anything to eat or drink but water from midnight the night before.  Guy skipped breakfast with me.  We got there right at 8:00 & they didn't open til a little after.  It was awhile before anyone showed up in the lab.  First she did a finger stick then took blood from my arm.  There were 2 others doing this at the same time except one of them was only there for the 1 hr. test.  This time I had to drink a whole 10-oz. bottle of the awful orange stuff.  And it really was awful!  While we waited for the hourly blood draws Guy read some magazines and I mostly leaned over & dozed on him.  I'd taken my journal to catch up writing but was too tired to write.  I hadn't slept very well because of worrying so much about the test.  A little while after the second hour the girl called me to the lab & said to bring my charge ticket.  When I got in there she said she should have my results in a minute & it looked like I was fine.  I went to call Guy in so he could hear the final results.  The number were 70, 136, &148.  Marian (the nutritionist) had given me her number at home & said to call & let her know the results.  I tried calling her twice Fri. aft. but she wasn't home.  She called me yesterday morning.  When I told her the numbers she said that was great.  My next appt. with her is Thursday.
     After we left the drs. office we went to McDonald's to eat--I wasn't as hungry as I thought I'd be.  We went to pick up Guy's paycheck & to the credit union.  Then we came home & took a nap.
     I don't remember if it was Fri or Sat. when they called to tell Guy he could have Sun. off.  He was able to go to church both times.  That was a treat.  Carole let us hold Martha during church but whenever I started holding her she started crying.  Carole ended up going to children's class with Meaghen so Guy had her for the whole service.  He took her out for a walk a couple of times--after I tried holding her.