B is in the kitchen @ 5 in the morning cooking breakfast for himself. Usually, not an issue w/me.
Today however, I'm heading into day surgery for a procedure, which means I am fasting! Hearing the sizzle of eggs cooking & smelling the cheese melting is not fair! I think he could've waited until I was out cold, under the influence of drugs, then snuck out to a breakfast place for an egg muffin.
I suppose I should be grateful that he will be waiting for me @ the hospital the whole time, but when my tummy is growling, I'm not much in a grateful sort of mood! Grr!
On the bright side, when this is over, he will most likely have all sorts of funny stories to tell about my words & actions when "drugged"! I hope I don't do anything too embarrassing! Coming out of anesthesia is as close as I ever get to being drunk. After my colonoscopy last year, I had my little sister (she was my designated driver) in stitches w/my unbridled humor & slurred words!
Well, the smell of breakfast is still lingering in the air. My tummy is churning, but it will have to wait for lunch. I'm so hungry!
I'm hoping my several sisters in-law will have a wonderful bachelorette party w/B's youngest sister who is getting married next weekend. Sorry I couldn't be there! Have fun, girls!







