The refrigerator has tonnes of good stuff to eat, and I am keenly aware of that. Also, a cup of coffee would be very nice right now. Plus a satisfying smoke, aged Virginia in one of my older briars.
Except that I can do none of that; medical tests tomorrow, have to fast.
There is a large new bin of dark chocolate chunk and almond cookies within reach, as well as a hunk of delicious chocolate.
Have to fast.
I can drink water, though. Stay hydrated, which will help "them" find a suitable vein tomorrow.
This is all an intellectual exercise in not thinking of coffee, tea, cookies, cheese, bread, mustard greens, roast chicken, a tomato, an Italian sausage, tomato sauce, pasta, rice stick noodles, garlic and bacon drenched with chilipaste, toast with peanut butter and Sriracha, a jar of capers .......
There is also a bag of interestingly flavoured potato chips on the teevee room table.
Must not think of any of these things.
No lunch, no dinner.
Nor breakfast.
Or coffee.
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