This past week I was admitted to the hospital as I had gotten pretty sick over the weekend and had woken up in the middle of the night with a unquestionably high temperature. I found out later that day that I was going to have to spend numerous days in the hospital, or at least until my body temperature came down. I tried to look at it from a positive view and pretend that i was on a brief getaway. I had a nice and quiet room to myself and doctors that were waiting on me all day long. I was in charge of the heating and cooling system in my room, too; that thing is state of the art, strong, and unquestionably efficient. I can have it as frosty as an icecube in here one minute and then as hot as the hottest summer day the next. Back in our apartment, we currently don’t have a heating or cooling system at our disposal, so this was a breath of fresh air, literally. I am pretty sure that’s the reason that I even got sick in the first place. I live in the far north, so not having any proper heating during this time period is pretty dangerous to be honest. I am broke however, so I had to choose between continuing to pay our heating bill or putting food on the table! My situation back home right now is just making me love this one that much more. Perhaps as a welcome home present, our fantastic doctors will supply me with one of the hospital’s seasoned heating and cooling units. It can’t hurt to dream!