Cup Of Coffee

Good morning! 

As you know, I underwent eye surgery Monday in Oklahoma City.  Like most surgeries, I was given strict directions not to eat or drink anything after midnight the day of surgery. 

As I sat in the waiting room, waiting to go in to surgery, I was  captivated by a gentleman sitting nearby asking the person he was with for a cup of coffee.

I had noticed the man sitting in a chair alone outside the waiting room as we walked into the building so I quickly deduced he was meeting the man desiring the coffee as his dedicated driver. They did not come in together. 

The man told his friend he would find somewhere to get him a cup.

Being the busy body I am, I just had to intervene.i knew there was a complimentary coffee station just around the corner. I’d just gotten my dad a cup. I knew the outcome if this man had a cup of coffee, and it wasn’t good. No surgery.  ðŸ˜¦ 

You see just this past year I had dealt with a similar situation with my own father. He was scheduled for cardiac surgery.  He was in his hospital room prepped with IV in arm waiting to go to surgery when the host transporting his bed to surgery casually  asked him, “No food or drink since midnight?”  I live with my dad. Unbeknowndst to me he answered, “I did fix myself an english muffin about four. I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat all day.” I’ve never seen someone discharged from a hospital as fast in my entire life! And not so congenially I might add.:( A week later he was reschedule and we tried again. No food or drink this time. 🙂
I ever so politely asked the man desiring the coffee if he was the patient undergoing eye surgery this morning?  He replied yes. I continued “if I can’t have coffee neither can you!!!! We’re in this thing together my friend. Nothing to eat or drink ’til after the surgery or no surgery at all for us!”

He did not thank me for the pointer. In fact I felt his look of disdain pierce right through me. 😦 He wanted coffee!

Fast forward to the surgical suites. We are now each sitting in our own room awaiting our turn to go into surgery.  Now in gowns with warm blankets and IVs. What do I hear from the room next to me but that oh so familiar voice, “what does it take for a guy to get a cup of coffee around here?”  He received the same explanation from everyone he asked.  “After surgery.” Soon I heard his urgent plea “I’ll give anyone that gets me a cup of coffee $100.”  Still no takers. I chuckled to myself and thanked God for the entertainment to offset any nervous jitters. 🙂 Then I heard the ultimate line. The surgeon was in with him explaining the upcoming procedure.  He  concluded by asking if he had any questions, upon which the man said “yes, I do have one. The surgeon replied, “yes, what might that be?” “Would it be possible for me to just smell a cup of coffee?” was his reply. I could not contain my laughter! This guy had it bad! I love my morning coffee with the best of them, but he was ruthless! 

I didn’t see or hear from my little friend again. Then I saw him being wheeled out from surgery before I went in.. I prayed his surgery was successful, but most of all that he got his coffee. 🙂

How about you? Is there something that is not good for you in your life that you continually want or partake in even when you know it is not good for you?  I know there are things in my life I want to stop, but I just keep doing. Resisting chocolate for one.

Let’s all try and turn those thorns in our sides,  those things we just can’t seem to give up or get rid of thst are not good for us over to God. Let go and let God. Christ will take our burdens and make them light. 

I have to tell you I wanted coffee Monday morning too. But I waited. I took two sips of my cup of coffee after surgery and I was done. I was nauseous from the anesthesia and it was not at all appealing to me. I hope my friend had a better experience.  I hope his cup of coffee was everything he waited for it to be! 😉

For I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do–this I keep on doing.                                               Romans 7:19

Love and laughter, 



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