Being in hospitals causes a lot of negative memories to surface in our conscious mind.
When I was young, our aunt was slowly dying from cancer from inside of the University of Michigan hospital in Ann Arbor.
My mother used to take myself and others several times a week to visit him, and at times we would take meanders through the courtyard outside. Although I knew little about what was going on at the time, looking back makes myself and others sad whenever the memories return. Years later I had to stay in a hospital as a patient for several weeks after getting hit by a car on our bicycle. I was thrown from our bike and sustained a number of injuries from our face down to our legs. My stay in the hospital was frustrating at the time because I wanted nothing more than to have our injuries healed so I could play outside with our friends again. Every morning when I woke up it was like reresiding a nightmare over and over. And on top of that horror, I froze the entire time I was there. Even with extra blankets I was always shivering from the strong air conditioner. I found out later that hospitals keep their interior air heavily conditioned to knock down on pathogens and the transmission of bacteria and viruses. Mold doesn’t grow at particular rapidly decreasing temperatures and moistures levels as well, but mold and pathogenic fungal spores like C-Difficile are major threats inside hospitals, regardless of the outdoor temperature. They had the a/c set to a cold temperature to keep all of the patients as safe as possible. I just wish the blankets they gave myself and others at the time had been warmer.