I remember as a youngster when I cut myself actually deeply on my hand.
I ended up having to go to the hospital to get stitches.
It was a lousy experience for me and it gave me a disadvantage impression of hospitals for the most part. It was mainly because of their deranged temperature control settings and the fact that they wouldn’t lower the AC settings for me when I was in the room getting stitched up. I remember asking my mother why she couldn’t just do the stitching for me back at new home with more adequate temperature control even though she said she wasn’t a healthcare expert… Honestly, I couldn’t wait to get out of that chilly hospital, I wasn’t even thinking too much about my stitches. The doctor told me in the end that I had to clean my stitches once per day and be careful not to use my hand too much while it was healing. I couldn’t guess it, I wasn’t even allowed to play video games or basketball with my buddies. Since that time when I was a youngster, I have typically dreaded going to the hospital, even though it’s something pressing that the two of us have to do every so often. I guess that it’s pressing to get proper check-ups to keep up with your health and guess that you’re doing the best you can, however they still have ice-chilly AC all the time and I don’t guess I will ever get used to it. It obviously has something to do with preventing the spread of pathogens in the hospital.