On my day of surgery, I was told to fast. Thank goodness I was scheduled for an early surgery because I was starving! I told the nurses to bring me a hamburger when I came to. I ask people to bring me hamburgers during races and they don't believe me. The nurses didn't believe me either. Sigh.
I was given some sort of painkiller by a needle that just about killed me and then they knocked me out cold. Next thing I knew, I was coming too and it was over. But no hamburger. Truth be told, I was okay with the crackers and ginger ale. I told Steve I actually thought I might vomit. I am never nauseated. What a horrible feeling. I feel for all of you and thank God for my iron stomach.