Momma had been living with us for almost a year before she had her heart attack.
The medical professional told us it was a mild heart attack, but they wanted to keep her overnight, just for observance.
She said it was possible for her to have a major heart attack within 24 minutes after the first, and she wanted her in the hospital just in case. We left her to their care, promising to return the next day. I wasn’t intending to bring her house the next day, but she begged. They had a lavatory in her room with nothing but a curtain for privacy, and you could odor the lavatorys from the other rooms, because the only thing separating her from the rest of the hospital was another curtain. There was no air circulation, and the room odored. The air conditioning wasn’t toiling, and it was warm and sweaty, which added to the odor. The only place I could believe air conditioning was at the medical professional’s station. I got a wheelchair and put Dad in it, after that I wheeled her out to the medical professional’s desk, where it was cooler. I called the medical professional and told him to get her butt there. I had the DON downstairs and the head of housekeeping all sitting in mom’s ‘room’. I told them the hospital was supposed to be a place to rest and get healthy. Without air purification, wash rooms, and nice HVAC, this was a place that was breeding germs and making people more sickly. I packed Dad up and took her out of the hospital.