PLEASE DON'T FEED THE BEARS!

I had my Myomectomy on April 28th. My check in time was 10:30am. Well, y'all know how you can't eat after midnight the day of your surgery. I was cool with it. The stomach was rumbling, but I was dealing. Jaime was nice enough to not eat in front of me that morning. We made our way to Kaiser and we were actually on time. We went to the pre-op waiting room to check in and wait. I guess it was alot of surgeries that day because it was packed. The woman sitting across from us had her whole family there. She was in her early sixties and beautiful. She smiled at me because we were both rocking "surgery cornrows". (You still need to maintain your sexy even when you're recovering!) When her grandsons came to join the rest of the family, they brought two big bags of Del Taco with them. Now normally the smell of "Del Crapo", as my husband calls it, turns my stomach, but today I felt like busting them in the head and running off with both bags. I mean fo real yo! Hello! You are in a waiting room full of people who haven't eaten in half a day! It was like 'Night of the Living Dead' and we all wanted brains! FINALLY they called me to the back so I could get undress and put on the ULTRA-SEXY hospital gown. Thank goodness! I was about to commit a crime!