A sweet grandmother telephoned St. George ‘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 of the patient?”
The grandmother in her weak, tremulous voice said, “Telma Wilson, Room 107. “The operator replied, “Let me put you on hold while I check with the nurse’s station for that room. “
After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said, “I have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma is doing well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back normal and her physician, Dr. House has scheduled her to be discharged the day after tomorrow. “
The grandmother said, “Thank you very much. That’s wonderful. I was so worried. God bless you for the good news. “
The operator replied, “You’re more than welcome. Is Telma your daughter?”
The grandmother said, “No, I’m Telma Wilson in Room 107. No one tells me shit. “
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