Aren't you glad I got THAT song in your head? That one is good for like a week stuck in your head at a time. Who did that song anyway? Something like the Archies? Eh, who cares.
Anyway, the reason for the title was that I got back my glucose tolerance test results today. RESULTS = FAIL. Brilliant. Never had a problem with the other two, but I guess the third time's the charm. So now I get to take the 3 hour test. Which means.... fast for 12 hours, have my blood taken at 8 am, then drink another bottle of that scrumptious concoction known as Glucola, and then have my blood drawn 1 hour later, 2 hours later, and 3 hours later. If at that point I haven't turned white as a sheet, deflated, and melted into a thin sheet of nothingness on the floor, I'm then free to go home and eat.
I'll keep you posted.
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