So I'm having these standard blood tests this morning (no, I'm not sick, there's nothing wrong or unusual - I just thought it would be a good idea to check my cholesterol, etc.) -- and I have to fast for 12 hours. Luckily (well, not luckily - they do it on purpose) - it's in the morning, so most of the fasting was overnight. I figured - no problem, settle into some cross stitch at night (where I never eat - don't want oils on the canvas!), sleep, wake up just in time for the appointment, and done.
But no - just as the clock hit 'no more eating', some friends who'd been skating at Kew popped over. And next door to the pub we went. I didn't mind just sipping water while they had their drinks. However, the smell of the cheesy fries ordered to accompany said drinks was a little more painful!
But I persevered, and now that I'm awake, I just miss my coffee. *Such* a tough life I lead, I know.
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I have fasting cholesterol tests twice a year, and the one thing I am allowed to have is black coffee! You need to tell the London lab techs the news. It's the 21st century.
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