A week ago I drove ten hours to New Jersey to see a very dear friend of mine who is quite sick. She lives within a assisted living facility by her own request, where she is maintained by two aides. Each patient’s room is tailored designed for their needs and comforts, and only for their comfort, not the patient’s guests. The first day I went to see her, I was taken aback by the air in her room. It was so stuffy and smelly. I knew it was the smell of a sick person, and the hospital, but it was as if the air filters had never been changed. We visited for a bit, when she asked me to turn on the air conditioner. I switched on the thermostat to where she asked, it was freezing, but that was the way she liked it. Before long, I could barely sit there talking to her, I was so cold. And, just like that she asked me to shut it off and instead, go and turn the heater on for a bit. I looked at the aide, and she nodded her approval. Apparently, this was very normal for her in her declining health and old age. She would go back and forth from heat to cooling all day long. At one point, she even asked me to open the window for her. I was so confused as to what she was experiencing, and I learned that she was equally confused, which made it even more sad. The next day I visited I was more prepared. I came with a sweater and a short sleeve shirt. I was just waiting for the air conditioning and heating game to get started!