It was a good day.
I've been a little concerned about being thirsty every night. At around seven o'clock, it hits like a freight train, and I gulp down glass after glass of water until I go to bed. The voice in my head has been chanting "diabetes" for a couple of weeks now and so I finally gave in to the little voices and made an appointment to see a doctor. Actually, I didn't see my doctor today, but he did set up the lab work for me and so I went in for a blood draw and urine sample.
Since today was my day with Chunk, I had him in tow as we went about some of our morning chores (a little grocery shopping and a trip to the mailbox) and eventually made our way to the lab. After a snack and a game of "boo" in the waiting room, we were escorted into a little cubicle and I rolled up my sleeve, Chunk sitting next to me on the little bench.
I wasn't sure how he was going to react to all of this, but he's a pretty level-headed kid. I didn't think he'd find it too disturbing. So, he sat next to me, silently watching everything unfold, his expression calm but curious, as the tech wrapped the rubber hose around my arm, tapped my veins, and so on. In went the needle and... his expression turning a little sour, he reached over and gave me a reassuring pat and rub on the arm. That was it.
It's amazing how, every single day, he manages to do something that just overwhelms me. Every day he does something that tells me how much he understands, even though at almost sixteen months, he doesn't have the vocabulary to express it yet. I love my son.
I got a call from my doctor and the tests look good. Not only is my blood sugar fine, but my cholesterol is really good too!
Like I said, it was a good day.
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