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.