Well, up since before even the sparrows got to fart, fretting about today's cerebral angiogram to see when and if this fucker's about to blow. Seriously, I feel as if I'm seated in some sort of Nightmare Cafe, where I've been served a massive platter of shit to eat, and have been ploughing through it one stinky spoonful at a time. As I get to making some headway, with a portion of cleared plate, the server walks past and says "Hmmm...I see you have room on your plate for more", and slops yet another steaming dollop onto it. I truly feel as if I'm pissing up a waterfall at times...putting in so much effort and getting nowhere. Sorry for the Pity Party, but the idea of yet another session with an elephant needle into my femoral artery for the test has me freaking out as I've become so needle phobic. Sighhhh...