AM From Hell?

At my last doctor visit my doctor suggested it was time for me to get tested for diabetes. Okay, no big deal, right? I knew this was coming, but I couldn't help the slither of dread that spread through my body as I thought more and more about getting tested. See, my Mom is a diabetic so that automatically puts me in a high risk catagory for obtaining the disease. Lovely, huh?

So I suck it up and this morning I get up bright and early and head to the lab. I hadn't had anything to eat since the previous night and figured that since they told me not to eat two hours before the test, it wouldn't matter. So I walk into the lab @ 8:00AM sharp and sign in. The hand me over this bottle full of orange looking stuff. I had high hopes this orange fluid would be N-A-S-T-Y! But was pleasantly surprised at the taste (not that I would search it out for enjoyment, but it tasted much better than the liquid I had to take for my CAT scan earlier this year). They tell me I have five minutes to down it, and I accomplish that task and settle in for my hour long wait... why an hour? I have no clue.

About 57 minutes later (after watching all the lab commercials and flipping through the free coupon catalog) I start to feel it... My hands are clammy and my mind is a bit... blurred. Not blurred badly, but I can feel the want to pass out lingering way in the back of my mind.

Now, call me a fruitcake or whatever you will, I can take a simple situation and blow it out of control simply with my active imagination. I can make a symptom worse than it is and have a dramatic outcome (this is not something I'm proud of, but call me a worrywart). So I do my best to ignore it, I get up and walk around. I try to concentrate on anything else but that dreaded feeling that seems to be taking over my body. I tried to read a book, I tried to get my head as close to my knees as my big belly would let me.

At that time, the nurse calls me back and I think for a brief moment it's all passed but as soon as I sit in the plastic chair with the arms, I feel it all coming back. I warn her that I'm not feeling well and I apologize. She slides the needle into my arm...

Then I black out.

I don't remember anything except I was having a dream about something and they were trying to wake me up and it pissed me off. I wasn't out for long, enough time for them to finish drawing my blood, bandage up my arm and grab the smelling salts.

I felt HORRIBLE!! I was so weak and sweating like a PIG! They helped me to a bed where I laid down, but that didn't last long b/c my mouth starting watering and I knew what would happen next if I didn't move quickly. They sat me in the bathroom, just in case and got me some water.

I sat there for a bit going between feeling better and feeling worse. I felt tired and weak and miserable. I called up Mr. SuZ and begged him to come get me (he always goes with me to any appointments I have, but today I told him since I was going to be there for at least an hour, I'd be a big girl and go by myself).

When he showed up minutes later, I felt better... but not great. Still exhuasted and hankering for some nuriousments. I got a bagel and a milk and headed home to crash... I felt tired for about thirty more minutes and then besides the bruise on my arm from the needle, you'd never know I was "sick."

So... now I'm all freaked out. Does this mean something? Am I a diabetic? Did I pass out from too low of sugar? Too high? The needle? The withdrawl of blood? What? I know I didn't have any food in me and that never, ever helps... but what do I do now? I'm so concerned! Passing out didn't hurt the baby, did it? I didn't crash to the floor, so I know that part of passing out isn't a problem, but can it hurt a baby if the mom passes out, even for a second? I'm so confused and have no clue who to ask... that is way you get this post. :)

Any suggestion? Websites to check out? Numbers to call? Any help would be great... THANKS!