So I've been feeling really crappy lately. My body does a tango between days where I'll sleep 15-18 hours; still feeling completely exhausted when I wake up, and the other days when I lay in bed for four hours and can't sleep at all, but am still exhausted for the entire ordeal. Needless to say, that's a terrible way to live life, especially with the new semester having just started. So I made the trip to the health center. I waited in line with the future missionaries and the pregnant moms, before the nice lady came to take me back. After I had declared my allergies, prescription drugs and height four times, signed a release form(which I later learned gave my first child to them), I was stuck in a room, waiting for the doc. He came in and asked me what was up, and I told him my status. He nodded a nod which I think was supposed to put me at ease...(it didn't) then he told me that I had one of three things: 1. Mono 2. An infection which was using up all my energy or 3. Diabetes. None of those three things sounded very good to me, and the doc thought that Diabetes was the most likely. (looking back, I haven't the foggiest idea why) He told me that I had to do a bunch of tests to figure out what was wrong. I made the appointment to come in for my fasting blood tests in the morning.
DAY 2: I woke up at an ungodly hour, and got ready for the test. They put an IV in my arm, since they were going to have to take blood so many times. They took the vials for the standard CBC, thyroid, blood count, etc. Then, the nice lady in the lab handed me a bottle that looked like orange soda and told me to down it. She watched me apprehensively, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. When I took my first sip, I understood. It tasted like corn syrup with acid in it. (I later learned that it had 500g of sugar) I wanted to throw up, but being a Hudson, I took it and downed the whole thing, effectively suppressing my gag reflex. Then she pointed to a chair and told me to wait. I assumed that I was waiting for her to finish with the other people in the room...boy was I wrong. She meant wait for a half hour, and then another, and another until two and a half hours had passed. They were checking to see how my body metabolized the sugar.
Two hours is a long time to sit in a waiting room, so I decided to make some new friends. I met two girls who were waiting to see if they were pregnant, an apartment complex manager who was really friendly...the list goes on. While I'm thinking of the other people who were in the room, I just want everyone reading this to know...THE CURTAIN IS NOT SOUND PROOF! When they take you back there to talk about your stool sample, and you talk about your last BM of explosive diarrhea, everyone in the lobby can hear. When you tell the phlebotomist about the many different ways that you and your husband have been trying to get pregnant, we can hear you then too. So for future reference, keep your private business behind closed doors...
On to DAY 3: this morning I went in to get the results of the tests, waited in line again with the same croud as before, saw the stool sample guy, etc. I finally got through to the other side, and waited for the doc again. He came in and said, "well, on paper, you're one of the healthiest I've seen in a while, which makes me think that your sleep disorder is either environmental or psychological. Take a multi vitamin and get yourself on a schedule" then he told me to have a good day and sent me on my way. That was it. No diabetes, no thyroid problem, no infection. Entirely anit-climactic.
Moral of the story, my insurance company had to pay the health center over $500 to tell me that I don't have type 2 diabetes at 20, I'm not going to have to drop out with mono, and that I'm not dying. Way to go health center.
Moral part 2: if you really think that you're sick, walk your little butt to a real doctor.
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