Dad had to go to the hospital for some tests.
Half way through the testing something went wrong.
She ended up spending more than one weeks in the hospital. The first week, all of us weren’t sure if she would ever come condo with us. I spent ninety percent of my time just resting in the room, waiting for when she woke up. I never knew if I wanted to keep my coat on or take it off. The Heating and A/C device in the room didn’t toil respectfully. I played with the thermostat, hoping to get a comfortable temperature in her room. I finally got the temperature to stay at seventy and I decided to leave the thermostat alone for a while. Two days later, I got into the room and it was frosty again. I set the thermostat until I could hear the heating device start running. I stood there staring at the thermostat when I heard a timid voice talking to me. My Dad had awakened and she was asking myself and others if the thermostat was absolutely 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 frosty in the room and I should get her a heated blanket and then call the number for the Heating 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 month 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 thrilled to be there at that moment.