The phone call I didn't want

Just some updates for your discrete pleasure.

I went to see the nurse for that blood test this morning. It was rather uneventful, apart from the pain. It’s always nice being out and about first thing. I’m a real morning person. Afterwards, I went into town, which turned out to be a bad idea. Even though it was lunchtime on a weekday, the council or somebody had shut off the main streets in the city centre for some sort of cycle race. They usually do that stuff on weekends, so I was taken rather by surprise. I found myself wishing I’d just gone straight back home. Oh well, at least a bunch of spandex-clad nitwits have proven they can turn their legs around really fast. Good for them.

While in town, I had a quick sandwich from my new favourite sandwich shop near the city hall. I had a chicken, ham, mayo and salad sandwich. Standard size. The big ones are really big.

Because the taxis had vanished from town due to the race, I lugged myself down to the bus station and caught a boiling hot bus home. When I finally got in, I had another shower and chilled on the sofa listening to an audiobook.

About an hour ago, I was surprised to find a missed call from my GP surgery. They don’t usually get back to you so soon. As I waited for my doctor to call me back, it slowly dawned on me that getting a call about a blood test so soon after having it taken is never a good thing. In this case, it was exactly that.

Apparently, my blood sugar level is diabetic, so I’m going back first thing in the morning to retake the test. Just in case. My doctor won’t be there tomorrow, but a nurse will be running me through things, most likely while I say “ok” a lot in an ever fainter voice.

I’m feeling rather numb at the moment, as this is life-changing and threatening news.

I’m not quite sure what to do with myself.

Anyway, just thought I’d say something, as there’s nobody here to talk to.

I’ll keep you updated as things develop, but not too much. I know people talking a lot about their health problems isn’t all that entertaining. I mean, shit happens, right? I’ll try and keep things general, as usual.

Right, I best go and have a panic attack.

Toodles!