Mom had to go to the hospital for some tests. Half way through the testing something went wrong. She ended up spending various weeks in the hospital. The first week, all of us weren’t sure if she would ever come house with us. I spent ninety percent of our time just sitting in the room, waiting for when she woke up. I never knew if I wanted to keep our coat on or take it off. The Heating, Ventilation and A/C unit in the room didn’t labor properly. I played with the temperature control, hoping to get a comfortable temperature in her room. I finally got the temperature to stay at seventy and I decided to leave the temperature control alone for a while. Two days later, I got into the room and it was cold again. I set the temperature control until I could hear the heating unit start running. I stood there staring at the temperature control when I heard a timid voice talking to me. My mom had awakened and she was asking myself and others if the temperature control was really that interested. I told her that it was more interesting than listening to her snoring for the past week. She told myself and others it was cold in the room and I should get her a heated blanket and then call the number for the Heating, Ventilation and A/C. They should be able to come to the room and get the gas furnace running again. She was just waking up after a week and already she was telling myself and others what to do to get it warmer in the room. She could have been cursing myself and others out and I would have been ecstatic to be there at that moment.