I remember preparing for the operation, tomorrow, the nurse says, at 9 am we will be operated, from 9 pm nothing to eat, and we had dinner at 7 pm, and I had nothing with me. Well, I think fucking with him, in the evening I will endure and in the morning the operation, just after I wake up - there will be a pofig. I wake up from the fact that breakfast is taken, at 7:30-8, well, I can’t and didn’t bring. We were two in the room with my grandfather. Grandfather so cries still, the cough apparently succeeded) well nothing, scary © time 10, 11 no one calls me, I am polite interested in when I will be called, they say this. They brought lunch, grandfather crushed again) by the smell of soup it was clear that it was delicious)) in the stomach shakes, the head turns, dinner time!!! My name is not. After the grandfather (of course delicious!) They came to me and told me that the operation was postponed for tomorrow, nothing to eat. It is your mother! Well what to do) I agreed with everything and went to sleep sad) the next day at 9 am I was already on the operating table)