Nine bags of air

This morning I had to breathe in a bag.  Technically, I had to breathe into 9 bags.  This is part of the ‘find-out-what-is-wrong-with-my-gut’ series of tests.  So, I got up at 5:15 this morning and exhaled into a bag.  Then, I drank a small glass of sugar water…today’s test is regarding fructose.

(my poor dog looks thrilled, doesn’t she?  She doesn’t understand the importance of a bag of air.)

Then, I breathed into another bag every 15 minutes for two hours.  I couldn’t eat or drink anything during that time.  Or, brush my teeth.  Now that it is done, I am enjoying a cup of coffee and some oatmeal before I have to leave for work.  I don’t know why it doesn’t bother me (most days) to not eat breakfast until 8:00 or later.  Today, simply because I couldn’t eat anything, I was starving.

Now, I will drop off these 9 bags of air at the clinic on my way to work.  In my mind, there is a little man standing behind a curtain somewhere deep within the recesses of the building, just waiting to get my bags of air so that he can analyze them.

Doesn’t he just look like he loves fructose-filled bags of air?!?

The saga continues tomorrow…

Up next, glucose.  I can hardly wait.


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