Posted by: Patrice Fitzgerald | February 1, 2009


The night before I had my knee surgery, I was told not to eat or drink anything after midnight.  Of course, I was getting up at 5 a.m. to be at the hospital by 6, so skipping breakfast was not an issue.  I didn’t have time to get hungry.

But I had time to get thirsty.

I am unusual in that my drink of choice, primarily and nearly exclusively, is water.  I love my water!  I love the delicious, clean wetness of it swishing around my mouth, sliding down my throat, and filling that thirsty place inside … mmm.

Lots of people (kids, primarily) think I’m crazy to prefer “no taste” to a sweet taste. But to me, the esssence of a drink is its liquidity, and water is pure liquid.  No sugar, no goop, no stickiness, nothing but unadulterated wetness.  

So that night, more than anything else, I suffered when I couldn’t take my middle-of-the-night swish.  And after the operation, I immediately had a big glass of water.


How grateful we are for simple things when they are taken away, and then given back to us.  A drink of water.  A precious gift. 


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