It's all in my mind, it's all in my mind. . . . .

Tomorrow I have to have a fasting blood test --- 12 hours without food. Even though I had a nice hearty dinner, my stomach thinks it's going to die going another 11 hours with nothing but water and medicine. I keep telling myself, it's all in my mind, it's all in my mind . . . . . . . . .

I hate blood tests. Not the type you get when you've got an infection, no. Well, not really, as long as it's not a finger-prick (OUCH!), even though it's hard to find my veins. What I'm talking about is when you have to get a large vial (or 2) taken. 20+ years ago I was on a severely restricted diet plan, and I had to have a large vial taken once a month. I'm not too bad with blood coming out of a small wound, but seeing my blood in tubes in front of me is another matter. Even when I haven't gone without food for 12 hours, seeing the tubes makes me a bit woozy. I know, I know, it's all in my mind, it's all in my mind . . . . . . . . .

But it isn't.

And I'm hungry!

It's all in my mind, it's all in my mind. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Addendum: Since my blood test I've had two good meals, and I'm still hungry!