Joyce

K’s glucose tolerance test was on Friday morning. In preparation, he was asked to make sure he had at least 150 g of carbs each day for several days before the test (the poor thing), and then fast for 8 hours before the test. (Can I just say that it must be the meanest thing in the world to withhold food from someone who is late in his/her second trimester?!)

K got really pale after the last blood draw during the three-hour test, so the nurses insisted that he drink some juice. After the nauseatingly sweet orange drink he had to take as a part of the test, the juice tasted especially gross to him. He was so famished that he stopped for a bagel on the way home from the test, where he sent me the following text. Please excuse the typos in order to appreciate the hilarity that is auto correct fail:

Joyce

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