Experiences are things we are made up of. It could be a great one, or a horrible one. Expectations are what come with experiences. It's kind of like that extra baggage that lets us down most of the time because there really big.
Now, this wouldn't be a heart blog if I didn't talk about my experiences and expectations of heart surgery, stories blah blah blah. So, I'm going to talk about my experience of being in hospital for long periods of time.
The general expectation of going into hospital is ''I don't want them to cut me open!!'' One, you're fast asleep and under the strongest anaesthetic they can find. Two, once your awake and over the extreme pain of having a breathing tube down your throat for four hours, just...don't look at your new and fresh scar. Resist the temptation to peer down your gown or wherever it is your scar is. It'll give you an imagination of scalpels and weird and disgusting thoughts. Sorry if I have just gave you that thought. Here's a cookie!
Anyway, half the time, we expect the worst. We expect the thoughts above. With experiences, the general hospital one is normally a tedious checkup, where you wait for an hour and a half because they ran over. (You can class a hospital appointment however you want, though I'd class mine as a good day out, then ''Oh look, their asking me about what activities I do! Ha, I do none.'')
I hope this gives you a fair idea of what experiences and expectations are for me when it comes to my heart. Please comment if you have any questions or anything you'd like to know!
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