Went for my GTT this morning at King George's Hospital, Ilford. Of course no one would give me a seat on the bus, so I had to stand all the way (20 min. ride) as the usually double decker bus decided to be a single decker today-- packed with college kids, just to add a nice touch to my day from hell. Get there at 9am and am told to pick a number and the nurse will call me in for my first blood test of the day. So I'm sitting there for about 10 mins, and the wicked witch calls me in and I sit down. She literally barks at me 'Where's your slip?! I need your slip.' And I'm like 'What slip?' --No one told me ANYTHING about handing her a bloody slip, so I start leafing through my folder of notes, trying to find the f-ing thing and She yells 'I can't do anything with THAT, I need the slip. OH, GIVE IT HERE..!' and she proceeds to rip it out of my hand! She finally finds my blood work chart and says loudly, for the benefit of the other nurse 'She's got the slip, but she wants ME to take it out of her folder!'
So, then she sticks me three times as she couldn't get any blood out (no wonder, I was so tense!) and now my arm is every shade of purple you can imagine! She then gives me two cups of sugar water to drink (foul!) and I sipped it slowly as I didn't want to be sick (having fasted for 12 hrs) and she kept asking me in a nasty tone 'YOU DONE YET?'
My instructions were then to sit in the baking hot and very crowded waiting room for 2 hours in straight backed chairs. WhenI had my DD in 2004, I was living in York and during my GTT I got a nice 'day room' to sit around in with reclining chairs, and a tv set! ANYWAY, I had to get some fresh air and I literally had to run out the door as I knew I was going to be sick! Up it came. They wouldn't let me drink again as the tests wouldn't be accurate, apparently. So I got sent home and was told I get to repeat this lovely episode next Wednesday!
Is it even necessary?! The whole experience (the tension, the stuffiness in that place, etc) made me more ill than I've ever felt in pregnancy so far.
I'm writing a letter to the hospital to complain about that bitch too.
Thanks for listening, ladies...




Thanks for listening, ladies...
