Momma had been living with us for almost a year before she had her heart attack.
The doctor told us it was a mild heart attack, but they wanted to keep her overnight, just for observance.
He said it was possible for her to have a major heart attack within 24 hours after the first, and he wanted her in the hospital just in case. We left her to their care, promising to return the next morning. I wasn’t intending to bring her home the next morning, but she begged. They had a bathroom in her room with nothing but a curtain for privacy. You could smell the bathrooms 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 smelled. The air conditioning wasn’t working, and it was hot and sweaty, which added to the smell. The only place I could feel air conditioning was at the nurse’s station. I got a wheelchair and put mom in it, then I wheeled her out to the nurse’s desk, where it was cooler. I called the doctor and told him to get his butt there. I had the DON downstairs and the head of housekeeping all standing in mom’s ‘room’. I told them the hospital was supposed to be a place to rest and get healthy. Without air purification, clean rooms, and good HVAC, this was a place that was breeding germs and making people more sickly. I packed mom up and took her out of the hospital.