THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!

The phone rings, Rob answers it and has a very nice conversation with my Mom.  After a few moments, he hands me the phone.

"Jenni?"  Mom says in a very strong and rested voice, "I'm home...finally!"  She says.

We spoke for several minutes about her ordeal and how hospital protocol has changed so much over the years. 

Back when Mom and I used to work in the hospital, cleanliness was of the utmost importance.  Washing your hands constantly, making sure that when you make beds and replace pillowcases, no soiled or clean linen touches your uniforms for assurity that no germs are spread from patient to patient.  We were taught to be very aware of what we do from one bed to another, or one room to another.

Mom tells me that during her 7-day stay, not once did she see a nurse or attendant wash their hands.  They just used little sanitizer dispensers mounted on the walls. 

Mom wasn't offered a basin of water or cloth to freshen up, nor was she offered the ability to take a shower.  Her bedsheets weren't even changed once during her week long stay.  How gross is that?  Not to mention, how unclean is that?  We exchanged our thoughts about the situation and the memories of when we used to work in that environment.  So much has changed.

The most important thing is, Mom is home!!!! 

Dad was making the bed and Mom said that it looked so inviting, however, laying down in bed again wasn't something that she was looking forward to at this moment.  She just wanted to sit up and enjoy being home with Dad.

I told Mom on the phone that all of us were concerned about her while she was in the hospital, but that all of her daughters are very strong for her and Dad.  She was so appreciative to hear that.

At the end of the phone call, Mom said, "There's no place like home."  I agreed.  Daddy is so glad to have her back...now he can get some sleep again.