Dear paranoid relative

Thank you for travelling across the country, stopping in three different airports. It must have been not just physically, but mentally taxing.

Coming to our house was probably better than roaming around the airport. Yes, I did actually clean your room just before you arrived. I washed the linens that very day, so you'd have the fresh ones. (I also did this because I couldn't find the other ones I normally use, and decided these were good enough for your once a decade visits).

However, when you panic when we are out and about, on every choice of public restroom, I want to throttle you. Throttling a 50-something year old person in public is still not common here in RehabLand, unless you threw a punch at Dahey or said something obnoxious to me or the other ladies in the crowd.

That is all. The secret to life in a public restroom is wash your hands and use a paper towel to open the door. Pure and simple.

Hope you remember this the next time you visit and we take you out on the town.

Sincerely ('cause I'd hate to throttle you in public),

RehabRN