Gratuitous puncture wounds, sir?

April 27th, 2016

At this rate, I'm going to have to build a separate gallery for my hands. Good grief.

Today was the day that I knuckled down to the repeated requests of the almost-human human resources person we have in the building, since she was actually here today, and participated in a health check thing the company was offering. Sure, I actually intended to do it anyway, but don't tell them that. The last thing you want to do is encourage these people, trust me.

Since they wanted to steal my blood, I did the whole 'fasting' thing last night, and tried not to eat too much while I still could. Thus, the only thing I actually ingested after seven on the clock was a bit of unsweetened tea and probably a few ounces of snot, since I am apparently draining in my sleep, thanks to the plague a coworker gave me. Because he kept sitting in my chair while sick.

Dick.

So I went in and they pricked my finger, though they used a weird contraption that handled the process a lot better than I recall when they did this two years ago. And, as I suspected, I found out they'd been hanging onto the data they'd picked up from me in that first encounter. So much for 'we won't share or retain your medical data'. Jerks. But as it turns out, I've mostly improved since then.

Everything but my 'regular' blood sugar is better, and that was only marginally worse - though, really, probably better than when the doctor checked it in early December. I think? I don't know that for sure, because I can't get into the web site my doctor's office stores the medical data that he has been collecting about me since I chose him to torture me endlessly, I guess.

Jerk.

But since they didn't like the cut of my blood sugar's jib, they did a second test, which involved the pricking of another finger. While I still admire the new finger pricking devices over the previous, steel spike methodology, it still smarted a bit. And since I apparently wanted to bleed out via my fingerprints, they opted to Band-Aid ™ me up a bunch. Even if they're starting to fail on me now.

To answer your question, though, the second test came out okay, so I guess my short term blood sugar isn't great, but my long term blood sugar says I'm doing okay. Which tells me that I've been eating too much junk food when my parents and Brenda's mom come out to visit. So I guess that's another reminder to be good and stick to my diet. You know, lest I need regular insulin shots.

No thanks.

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