"Wait, that's not normal?" - me

Oddly, the first time I remember saying "Wait, that's not normal?" was to a nurse as she was removing the electrodes from the holter moniter I had been wearing for the past 72 hours. As she removed the adhesives, my skin was red and blotchy and she asked if that always happened. Confused, I replied, "Yes, doesn't that happen to you?" and without even giving her time answer continued with, "Wait, is that not normal?". Turns out I'm allergic to adhesives, i.e., bandaids. My entire life up until this point I presumed everyone got a rash and itched sometimes even scarring from wearing bandaids. Nope. What's really interesting looking back is I was there because I kept fainting at work and they told me I couldn't come back until I got whatever was going on fixed because I had become a liability. Yet, I was more interested in the fact that I'd been allergic to bandaids all my life, not that I'd had a heart condition my entire life that I was unaware of. I guess one doctor said I had "skinny girl murmur" when I was about 10 or 11, explaining that the murmur is only there because I was so skinny. The doctor I was seeing today thought that was ridiculous and it wasn't a thing.

Two years prior, when I was 18, I had passed out while sitting down listening to music one afternoon. I went to a doctor, they said I had a heart condition and would need surgery. I didn't listen to what the condition was, just knew I didn't want someone to cut open my chest. So like any 18 year old on their own, I ignored it. Over the years, I'd passed out a lot. I would ask my friends to leave me if I did, assured them I'd be fine and was very explicit NOT to call an ambulance. It'd happened so many times, the thought alone of the hospital bill could send me into tachycardia. However, with this interfering with being able to work, I had to come back to the heart problem.