Imagine your first hospitalization experience is open heart surgery. Before that, not one accident, not even a broken bone. And then… the ghost of Lewis Carroll snatches up the script of your life. It was insane, nearly absurd, and some of it unbelievable, helped in this regard by the ever present fog of really good narcotics.
I don't believe the doctors intend to lie. And I am not so naive to think that open heart surgery is simple. But when a top notch surgeon kicks his chair back on two legs, grins and slaps his hands saying, “You are a great candidate, we will just go in there and fix this thing and you will feel better.”, he might be leaving out a few zingers. Granted, if some folks knew they would feel like they had been trampled by elephants, they might not opt for the temporary bit of hell called open-heart surgery.
I have plenty of stories to tell, but for a sampler of highlights: