Finally giving in

On August 24, I am going to have life-saving surgery.
I am going to have a cataract worked on, in my right eye. The life I save, may be yours, I won't kill anyone with my car, when I can see better.
It has been a long struggle. I just don't like the idea of someone working on my eye. I guess, all they really do now, is do a small incision, remove my lens, put in a new one, and it's over. SOUNDS really simple. I hope it is. The anticipation is going to be horrible. I let these things build, and build and build, in my mind. I will probably have to be sedated and taken by ambulance to the operation. I had to have a catheter taken out one time. I was almost hysterical by the time I got to Doctor Will's office. I felt so sorry for me, a poor old man, been ill, had three operations, layed up for 3 months, the degrading aspects of having an ostomy bag glued to your stomach, often leaking.
And now, I was going to have to have this mile long tube pulled out, through my penis. The thought of the pain and agony involved was almost more than I could stand.
They called my name, I meekly answered, slowly arose from the chair, slowly walked, staggered, old, at the end of my life, pathetic, I felt so sorry for him, or me. She ushered me into an office. Had me lie down. The doctor came in. He said hello, tried to be pleasant, he know that, I thought, the end was near.
My body grew tense, every muscle was alert and ready. I tensed, wating for the excruciating pain that I knew was forthcoming ... I waited ... ready to scream out ...
"OK, do it!"
"I already did."
"OH"
"AM I DONE?"
"Yes"
So, I got up, brisly walked to the waiting room, got my wife, and got out of there. That was many years ago, but, I still worry about things like that.