Stress Test and Goats

I took Aunt Tudi for her stress test today. We had to be at the doc's by 10:30, so we left the house at 10. We got home shortly before 5. In addition to the stress test, she also had a lipid profile, liver check, and an echocardiogram. What a day! I got about half of 'God Emperor of Dune' read whilst I waited.

My Moon descended today so it was quite an adventure sitting in uncomfortable waiting room chairs popping aspirin all day. My butt feels like it's twice as wide as it normally is because of all the sitting. Sir Mix-a-Lot would be sprung.

Anyway, Aunt Tudi is supposed to call Thursday for her results. I can't help but think they're gonna tell her she needs a stint. Oy.

ravenlygirl sent me this quiz. It's pretty darned groovy.
The Animal in You

( My Results ~ go figger! )

Hepa Hepa Andale Arriba

I could really go for some pollo fundido right now.

Strangeness

We've been having lots of storms lately. A really bad one came through last night and boomed ominously right over my house. I sat straight up in bed, then fell right back, realising it was just thunder. My first thought was nuclear attack.

This happened a few years back when I had a series of nuclear holocaust dreams. A storm literally exploded right over my house in the middle of the night and I sat up in bed and looked at the clock so I would know what time the bomb had been dropped.

This brought to mind the fact that I don't go through a day without thinking about the End Times. They haunt the peripheries of my mind and linger there constantly. Am I going mad? I am by no means a psychic of any great gifts. I am, like most other folks, rather average or below average when it comes to sixth sense abilities. I have no delusions that, because of my chosen spiritual path, I have a corner in the psychic or magickal gifts department. In fact, I am rather adamant regarding my 'average joe' status.

But...I would be very interested to find out how many people in the world have had an upsurge of End Times visions, thoughts, premonitions, or general strange feelings. Perhaps it's just a by-product of our current global crisis, brought about by our pig leader. Or maybe it's a cultural occurrence similar to what happened in Rome prior to its Fall. It's typical for End Time prophecies to escalate in a country/empire/kingdom that is about to implode like a flan in a cupboard. I wonder if many more Americans are feeling the squeeze of that It's Over vibe?

Whatever it is, I'm feeling it more strongly with each passing day and it's really starting to freak me out. I actually saw myself walking a deserted train track hoping to reach another town that might have people the other day. Yeah, I drove over a bridge under which were train tracks and there it was, that image of my migration by necessity! And I wasn't the only one.

There's a movie coming on Sci-Fi this coming Saturday called Deathlands. It's about a post-Apocalyptic America. Part of me wants to watch it, but another part is saying 'do you really want to feed this fever?'

I'll probably watch it 'cos I'm a pathetic sci-fi addict.