Storms Of Life Don’t Have To Bring Strife

This morning, as per usual, I woke up at 4:30 and popped in my thyroid medication. Then, as per unusual, I went back to bed.

I chose to go back to bed because today was my 3 hour metabolic function test.  I just couldn’t fathom being awake that long and not being able to eat, drink water, or sip on a glorious cup of coffee.

I finally got up at 5:45 to a crazy red sky.

Red Sky Edmonton

Beautiful and scary....

Then the storm clouds rolled in. 

Edmonton storm sky

Freakish. Check out the corner of 'blue' in the top right...tornado anyone?

And I mean rolled in like a freight train. They sounded like a train yard and were coming faster than you could say, “apocalypse“.

The lightening flashed, the rain fell in dime-sized drops, and more ominous clouds kept rolling in.

Jon and I looked at each other while he got his biking gear together. Somehow sending my husband out in the storm riding on a lightening rod with only a poncho and a plastic helmet to protect him from the elements did not seem like the wisest idea. He could take the car and I could take transit.

Heck, that’s what my cute gortex rain coat is for.

For such a time as this!

The storm was epic for about an hour. I battened down the hatches in the condo and got ready to go. By the time I was ready to go in my super cute coat, most of the storm had passed.

This testing seemed a tad bit ‘apocalyptic‘ to me and I was nervous, but I remembered that I get to choose my attitude, response, and thoughts.

I chose to have the best apocalyptic testing imaginable today.

Donloree Smiling

Like Kari said, "Make 'em wonder what you're smiling about!" Done.

I met the most amazing team of nurses a the U of A Hospital’s Clinical Investigation Unit. A man named Steven was in charge and he was one of the best nurses I have ever met in my whole life. He truly cared about his work and intrinsically knew he was making a difference, was curious about the patients, and kept everything running on time and without a hitch.

The metabolic apocalyptic testing went something like this:

  • Stick an IV in my arm and hear me yelp
  • Gather 3 nurses, 2 endocrinologist interns, and the endocrinologist to circle around my bed
  • Much laughter and ridiculousness from me
  • Press ‘go’ on the clock
  • Push insulin to drop my blood sugar to the point of near fainting
  • Blood is taken every 15 minutes as well as my blood sugar level
  • Sweating and feelings of severe grouchiness overtake my body
  • As I begin to see the bright, white light a cup of orange juice is given to me
  • I refrain from asking them to tell me the amount of carbs in the juice
  • More and more and EVEN MORE vials of blood are taken
  • 2 more hours of blood taken while I intermittently napped

The result?

Thirty-three vials of blood and tons of information on what the world is or is not happening in my body.

Vials for bloodwork

This one one of the TWO racks that ended up getting filled. Thank you Jesus for the person that invented the IV.

Perhaps the answer to the question, “What is a Donloree?” will finally be revealed!

Both the storm and the testing were intense and a tad crazy, but there was also excitement and anticipation and neither lasted that long in the whole scheme of life.

I can’t wait to see what comes of these tests.

I am ready for answers, but I have to wait a wee bit longer.

Good thing I don’t have wait a moment longer to be the woman I want to be; I can choose it today.

Choose to be who you want to be tomorrow, today.

Tomorrow never comes. You only have today so make it great.

What are you going to make of your storms?