Looking forward to a good night’s sleep
tonight. I had no worries about my cataract surgery today, but fasting always
does a job on me. Tell me I can’t drink anything at all after a certain time of
night and the worry sets in. I’m always afraid I will unconsciously grab some
water somewhere during the night. There’s no danger if I’m fully awake. But I
am a sipper during the night. I always keep a recycled 1 liter bottle by the
bed for that reason (but not last night, of course). And I get up during the
night for quick restroom trips. That’s when I’m in danger. I get up to let
water out, and then I usually put water back in.
All went well. Since I wasn’t even due to arrive until Noon,
I kept myself busy in the morning so I wouldn’t be tempted. But, when they let
me loose, wow, was I thirsty and hungry. They did give me some juice (I chose
apple) and it was cold and wonderfully wet. The straw didn’t have a chance. I
drank that so fast I’m surprised I didn’t get an ice-cream-headache.
Back to the middle of the night. Isn’t it odd that when
someone tells us we can’t have something, that’s when we want it even more? I
guess we never outgrow that contradiction.
Back to normal tomorrow. Looking forward to it.
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