In roughly 10 minutes I will leave for a visit to my back pain doctor for a procedure that is just painful enough to qualify for sedation. Anyone who has experienced sedation knows there is one universal rule: no eating beforehand. Let’s face it, no doctor wants to perform medical procedures with a smock full of your lunch.
So, I’ve been starving myself since a triple-decker PB&J around 10:00 last night. For anyone counting, that was 13 and a half hours ago. By the time it’s all said and done, it will be at least 2:30 before I can eat something, putting it at 16.5 hours. I’m starving. I’m famished. I’m wasting away.
I’m hungry.
Of course, to top it off, I had a long meeting this morning. Nothing says “GET ME OUT OF HERE!” like being hungry during a meeting.
Then, suddenly, because I apparently did something to tick someone off, in walked one of our project managers, carrying a gift for everyone in the room.
A tray full of cookies.
That was the point at which I passed into a coma.

