This is quite horrible

Last year, I took my mother to the hospital because her breathing was labored.  She is ninety and that is not a good sign. I was thinking she was having heart difficulties.  I had all kinds of dire feelings going through me, and I was scared. After sitting in the emergency room for six hours, they told us they were going to put her in the observation ward for twenty-four hours.  It had been a hot and sweaty six hours, because the air conditioning wasn’t functioning properly. When they did get someone there, the AC turned on and it got terribly cold. As they wheeled mom to the observation room, I went home for a couple hours of sleep.  I couldn’t believe the room they had her in. It was ungodly hot in there, and there wasn’t a thermostat to get any cool air. She hates being cold, but even she was sweating. They hadn’t changed her clothing, and she was still in the clothing we brought her in, the day before.  There was a potty chair in the room, and that was her bathroom. The odor was horrendous, because there wasn’t any ventilation. They only had sliding glass doors, so now there was no air conditioning, no ventilation and no privacy. I gave her the clean clothes I had brought with me, helped her to wash in the small basin that was a sink, and I helped her to dress. Ten minutes later, I had her in the hallway, where the air quality was impeccable and the AC was working, and we walked out of the hospital.