The terrors are back.

I just found out that I need an angiogram of some artery in my abdomen, probably followed by a stent implant.
Meaning: To them a routine procedure clearly outlined in some book.
To me, another chance for HIT and several weeks in coma, loss of most of my muscle mass, destruction of my kidneys, learning to walk and talk again thru weeks of physical therapy.
Who here thinks I should have a big sign made that says "NO HEPARIN ALLOWED HERE!" and hang it around my neck.
On the way home from the hospital I had a waking dream. It was a bunch of doctors dancing around a fire shaking my body parts and pointing to my conscious head in a pickle bottle.