My test results are back in. First I had to go in for an ultrasound and then a 12 hour food fast/glucose test [they make you drink this horrible bright red Hawaiian punchesque concoction] and then suction 12 vials of blood. Talk about woooozy. Then came more blood tests and a particularly embarrassing test involving urinating into a gallon jug in my shower for 24 hours. A funny story and I promise to share it another time. Human juice box/pin cushion jokes appreciated.
I've known since Friday but I've made the appointment for the end of the month. It may seem a little crazy, but I have some fun things planned, like a sleepover and a camping trip and I want to live in ignorance a bit longer.
Good night void, I'm going to cuddle with Mavis.