My high school choir teacher died last weekend. He had pancreatic cancer.
OMG yes both in one post. Aren’t you, like, so totally excited?
You want cake is probably what’s happening. Me too.
So, we’ve talked kind of a lot about the glucose tolerance test that you take around mid-pregnancy to see how your body is handling sugar. You take a little one first that is a “screener,” and then if you fail that one you take a longer more involved test that can be used to actually diagnose gestational diabetes.
I’m writing about GD and these tests/screens at the same time I’m writing about depression because the glucose testing process is SUCH perfect metaphor for depression in general. And Lordy knows I love a good metaphor.
But I’m further into this little therapist career I’m building, and I have (like everyone) friends who take advantage of mental health services in our area, and my hospital job has taught me a LOT recently about insurance and getting services and who qualifies for what, and let me tell you something.