1) I will die. Not because of the tiny incision in my stomach, mind you. I'm sure that I will for some reason, just drop dead at 27 years old right on the table.
2) I will wake up in the middle of the surgery and be completely paralyzed. I will hear and feel everything, yet not be able to tell anyone about it. To make matters worse, Dr. Foreign Accent will be commenting on how flabby I am.
3) They will accidentally amputate one of my arms or legs. I'm hoping if this is the case, that it's my left one. Or if they're going to amputate something, that they take my second toes, because they make my feet ugly:
4) They will discover the REAL reason I'm infertile: I have testicles and I'm actually a man. Mr. Joe will be SO PISSED.
Did I mention that I'm having this done at a teaching hospital??? EEEEEk!
I know I am not the only one to have this done, but I am so paranoid that I CANNOT STOP driving Mr. Joe crazy with worry. I thought if I wrote out my fears it would make me feel better, but I keep coming up with newer ones. I'm going to stop while I'm ahead :-)