How's
Norma?
A sweet grandmother telephoned St. Joseph's Hospital. She
timidly asked,
"Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a
patient is
doing?"
The operator said, "I'll be glad to
help, dear. What's the name and room number?"
The grandmother
in her weak, tremulous voice said, "Norma Findlay,
Room 302."
The operator replied, "Let me place
you on hold while I check with her nurse."
After
a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and
said, "Oh,
I have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma
is doing very
well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just
came back as
normal, and her physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled
her to be
discharged on Tuesday."
The grandmother said, "Thank you.
That's wonderful! I was so worried. God bless you for the good
news."
The operator replied, "You're more
than welcome. Is Norma your daughter?"
The grandmother said, "No, I'm
Norma Findlay in 302. Nobody around here tells me
shit."
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