CAN'T SLEEP, CLOWN'LL EAT ME

Things that invariably won't, but in my warped brain COULD happen tomorrow during surgery:

-I have an awful reaction to the anesthetic, and I throw up all over the surgeon.

-I have an awful reaction to the anesthetic, and I throw up all over the surgeon, and I choke on my own vomit and suffocate.

-They get in there, and just when they cut me open, I wake up.

- I wake up a la that awful Josh Hartnett movie.

- I turn out to be a hemopheliac (yes, I know I would KNOW that by now, thank you), they can't get me to stop bleeding, so they have to wheel me DOWNSTAIRS to the hospital part of the medical clinic in the special elevator fit for stretchers, but they won't treat me because I have no insurance.

Yes, I know most of this could never occur, but mostly, I'm afraid of the part where they say "Okay, count down from 10..." and then you blink, and somebody is all "Wake up now..."

I don't like knowing I just lost 2 hours of my life.

And I KNOW that part will happen.

yours in Maxillofacial neuroses (and Percocet),
Christina

waiting for more xrays.

A fear that I totally did not even THINK was possible:

I SWALLOWED the first tooth they pulled, so they had to quickly wake me up, stop the surgery, and rush me down to do xrays (not on the stretcher though, I walked) to try and locate the errant tooth and make sure it's not stuck in my trachia or puncturing my lung or something.

I'm sitting outside waiting for them to look over my xrays. In the same hallways where they keep wheeling patients (they're on stretchers) who clearly need to be restrained; they keep screeching and mumbling incoherent sentences about (I think) my ass.

There's no way they can finish the surgery today; they need to reschedule.

I am SO. PISSED.