A Crumb. That’s all, just a morsel..a tiny little bite. A taste.
Why is it, on days when we need to have bloodwork drawn, we are allowed not even a crumb to sustain us until the magic hour where lab rats suck out plasma for their experimentation?
Most mornings I wake up, shower, dress then get a cup of coffee. I don’t even THINK about food or drink for an hour or so.
Breakfast usually annoys me. I rarely indulge.
On those days when the docs have ganged up on me and demand ransom for seeing me and gauging my ills. THOSE days (like this morning) I feel the gnawing of rodents in my gut. I salivate at the thought of whatever is in the fridge.
And there is still an hour to wait.
I wonder if the only reason we have to “fast” is so the lab rats can laugh at our expense?
I wonder why it is called “fasting” when time slows so much when I am hungry?
I wonder why the Phlebotomists can never stick a person with a needle just ONCE? They are, after all, supposed to be trained in the art of taking blood.