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"To the Kohler," I commanded, and sinking back wearily I hoped the cab-driver would hurry. I needed to arrive and rest! The driver delivered me quickly and not only deposited me in the Kahler doorstep, but pivoted me inside. The young man at the desk thrust out his hand in a friendly gesture, "Why Mrs Van Ek, I am so glad to see you back," he said. "Thank you. I am so glad to be back too," but little could he know how really much. After registering and obtaining a room, the bellhop took me up to the very nicest room I have ever had at the Kohler - and I have had a good many, occupying them coming and going. A house-nurse was waiting for me at my door. "I have been informed," said she "that you have been sent in from the hospital. How you got right undressed and got right into bed, for you are plenty tired." But when I suggested getting back first and disposing of that trouble she remonstrated, "You have had a big day. Quite enough. Now let's get you into bed and you can call room service and the dirt kitchen and have something sent up." As a last command before she left "And tomorrow when you go to the Clinic you take a wheel-chair for the first time, otherwise you will be all tired and when you come back." Later in the afternoon she was back again and had to come all the way into the room to be satisfied that I really was resting. I had understood that I was to be on my own way from the hospital, when I had been steered to the Kohler - but I wasn't. The grapevine was working - and here were the nurses for convalescents such as I, and I was kept under surveillance. it is a great system and commands my respect - unmistakably. The nurses were there the first thing in the morning, and checked up on me; they were there casually at intervals throughout the day; they dropped in towards evening; and are always on call. Within a remarkably short while they will know me by sight and called me by
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"To the Kohler," I commanded, and sinking back wearily I hoped the cab-driver would hurry. I needed to arrive and rest! The driver delivered me quickly and not only deposited me in the Kahler doorstep, but pivoted me inside. The young man at the desk thrust out his hand in a friendly gesture, "Why Mrs Van Ek, I am so glad to see you back," he said. "Thank you. I am so glad to be back too," but little could he know how really much. After registering and obtaining a room, the bellhop took me up to the very nicest room I have ever had at the Kohler - and I have had a good many, occupying them coming and going. A house-nurse was waiting for me at my door. "I have been informed," said she "that you have been sent in from the hospital. How you got right undressed and got right into bed, for you are plenty tired." But when I suggested getting back first and disposing of that trouble she remonstrated, "You have had a big day. Quite enough. Now let's get you into bed and you can call room service and the dirt kitchen and have something sent up." As a last command before she left "And tomorrow when you go to the Clinic you take a wheel-chair for the first time, otherwise you will be all tired and when you come back." Later in the afternoon she was back again and had to come all the way into the room to be satisfied that I really was resting. I had understood that I was to be on my own way from the hospital, when I had been steered to the Kohler - but I wasn't. The grapevine was working - and here were the nurses for convalescents such as I, and I was kept under surveillance. it is a great system and commands my respect - unmistakably. The nurses were there the first thing in the morning, and checked up on me; they were there casually at intervals throughout the day; they dropped in towards evening; and are always on call. Within a remarkably short while they will know me by sight and called me by
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