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We did one of those health-screening (cholestoral, blood pressure, etc) things at work today, which I participated in because A) more info is almost always good and B) we get a financial incentive from our health insurance company.
The lady was really sweet and a fellow reynaud's sufferer, which was good, because it was cold in the room and it took her three finger-pricks (and some hand-circles, and judiciously applied gravity) to get enough blood to test.
When between us we finally got enough of my blood, she ran the test, and immediatley went all mother-hen on me.
It was kind of adorable.
"Do you have food at your desk? Can you get to your desk? Do you feel shaky?"
Apparently I have rather low bloodsugar when I haven't had breakfast (fasting was required for accurate results). I assured her I had food, and didn't mention that I had to walk two blocks to the espresso stand to get it.
"Okay, but I don't want to see ambulance lights out there, young lady!"
Unrelated exciting medical news! Male birth control on the horizon? It's about damn time!
The lady was really sweet and a fellow reynaud's sufferer, which was good, because it was cold in the room and it took her three finger-pricks (and some hand-circles, and judiciously applied gravity) to get enough blood to test.
When between us we finally got enough of my blood, she ran the test, and immediatley went all mother-hen on me.
It was kind of adorable.
"Do you have food at your desk? Can you get to your desk? Do you feel shaky?"
Apparently I have rather low bloodsugar when I haven't had breakfast (fasting was required for accurate results). I assured her I had food, and didn't mention that I had to walk two blocks to the espresso stand to get it.
"Okay, but I don't want to see ambulance lights out there, young lady!"
Unrelated exciting medical news! Male birth control on the horizon? It's about damn time!
