nam gawa the wei woe lu yoe; phug dang si yang they nang yoe (Dzongkha, Bhutan)

Yesterday was an interesting day. Niki had to go to hospital for her GTT (Glucose Tolerance Test - basically a blood test to see if she's diabetic, for those of you that don't know), and I had to have some blood tests done to check on my cholesteral levels. What this meant was that neither of us could have anything to eat or drink (apart from water) from 9pm on Tuesday. So we get to the hospital at about 8.45am and I go with Niki to the waiting room she has to sit in to wait for them to take the first lot of blood and then give her a sugary drink, after which she has to wait again for 2 hours and then have some more blood taken. After a while I left to go and get my blood tests done, It's a take a ticket and wait for your number to come up (a bit like a deli counter at a supermarket), so I take my number, number 13, and look at the counter, it reads number 48. So I settle down for an hour to wait for the numbers to tick round and read my book on Black Sabbath which is now overdue at the library. Eventually my number comes up and I go in, the nurse is a cheery woman (which I hate as I can't stand having needles put in me, absolutely HATE it), she sets about trying to find a vein in me left arm. After a few moments she thinks she's found one and sticks the needle in, she manages to get absolutely no blood and so takes the needle out again. She then trys with my right arm, this time after much trying she can't find a vein at all and so goes off to get someone else to try. The second nurse turns up and she is just as cheery as the first one, which makes me feel even worse, then she tries to find a vein in my left arm. After much trying she says she can't find one and so trys my right arm, this time after a few moments she finds one and sticks the needle in, and manages to get a tube of blood out. I wouldn't mind but last time I had this done at the same hospital it took one nurse, one attempt and she wasn't as cheery. So I then go back to see Niki and we sit in the waiting room for another 45 minutes or so until they took her second lot of blood and we went on our way. Then we hit the canteen and I had a cup of coffee, after which I felt much better. Now I know that my mood was nowhere near as bad as it would have been if I hadn't recently started having half-caff coffee, but to go from 9pm Tuesday until nearly mid-day on Wednesday without any coffee was not fun.

Anyway, given all that, the good news is that they told Niki that if there were any problems she would get a call today, and we haven't had one so therefore everything looks good.

After coming home for a while, and some more coffee, I went to my counselling session. It was an interesting one given the weekend I had, and was also a follow up on last weeks session. We managed to talk about a lot of stuff, which I was pleased to have both out in the open and more sorted in my head. Basically what came out of it is that (and I'm sure that there are those out there that will say something along the lines if I told you so) in order to stop me going out of my head I need to get out of my head, the good thing is that for the first time not only do I fully understand that and accept it, but also I have a counsellor who is going to work with me in order for me to find the way. I can't wait.

I want to end this blog entry by posting a link to a site where they are looking for plus size women to become singers (just one of my personal likesD), anyway here's the LINK

Well, that all from me, see you.