Yesterday I had a OB appointment.
I’m 27 weeks pregnant and it was time for the dreaded glucose screening. And then they were going to give me a shot of some antibodies because I have Rh negative blood and my blood might fight with my baby’s blood? SCIENCE. And while I was there, they were going to recheck my blood pressure (which ALWAYS goes up right before my appointment because I have white coat syndrome and am terrified of doctors). So it makes sense they would be rechecking my blood pressure when I have all those other things to worry about. (And by “makes sense”, I mean “makes not once tiny lick of sense”.)
The glucose screening wasn’t as bad as people wanted me to think. It tasted a lot like fruit punch. But you guys, they are NOT kidding around about the test times. I was to take the medicine an hour before my appointment, EXACTLY, and then let them know when I got there what time I took the medicine so they could test me IMMEDIATELY. I got to my appointment about 20 minutes early because I was so terrified of it messing up.
Everything went fine, blood pressure was normal (after taking it 3 times), but then it was time for the shot. I don’t do shots. I have been known to pass out when I LOOK at a needle. This isn’t just for medicine, either. When I got my ears pierced at 8 or 9 I passed out. So after 30 years, I know the drill. The nurse told me the injection went into my hip, so I laid on my side and pulled my jeans down a little. She said, “actually, just a little lower.” I pulled them lower. “Actually, looowweer….” I pulled lower. “Actually, this goes right into your buttcheek,” she said. So there I am, laying there trying not to have an anxiety attack over this needle. My buttcheek is just hanging out saying “Oh hello! Wow, I didn’t expect to be out of my underpants today, this is a lovely surprise, OH WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME???”
And when it was over, I got a Tweety bird band-aid. It was like my badge of honor.
When was the last time you had to get a shot at the doctor’s office? Was it in your cheek? Do you get panic-y around needles? Want to read more about my baby, cause it’s here on my baby blog.