Every morning, I go downstairs and have toast. I don't want the toast. But I know I have to eat something. Plus once in a great while, it stimulates actual hunger.
Now this morning I woke up hungry.
Wow! How come?
Because last night at midnight I was explessly forbidden to eat or drink anything, lol.
So of course, Miss Mature wants something.
Off to get my catheter inserted. It takes a half hour, but I will be there from 9:30 am until about 1 pm. It's considered outpatient surgery. Grace asked me for the hundreth time if I wanted her to go with me. I said Grace, they won't let you in.....she said, but you would know I was on the other side of the door. I explained that after they administer the Fentanyl and Versed.....no I won't.
Finally, I am getting something pierced!
You know, I think my Dad fibbed when he woke me. He said it was 8 am. But I am showered and dressed and blogging. There is no way I did that this fast.