Quick - hand me the remote!

Watching Boston Med last night, one of the cases was a little girl who was wheeled into the ER with blood on her brain, stroking out. 
And all of a sudden I got very fearful about having a bleed on this damn warfarin. It just came over me, as if it was a certainty - this is what's going to happen. Maybe not now, but tomorrow. Or when I'm 80.  Or for sure somewhere in between tomorrow and 80.
And I'm a reasonable person who likes facts a bit more than fantasy, but I almost, ALMOST felt like this was a premonition. No such thing though.........?
I'd rather have a PE than a stroke. I'd rather have daily DVT's than just one stroke. (Read the above line through the bright-white veil of panic that comes with it) 
Right when I get complacent or feeling at least a little in control of my healthcare decisions, something comes along to make me have second (and third and fortieth) thoughts. And I gotta quit watching TV!