Grandma
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,
"Oh, good news. Her nurse has 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 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.
No one tells me shit."
Have a Fun-filled Day
Friends!
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,
"Oh, good news. Her nurse has 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 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.
No one tells me shit."
Have a Fun-filled Day
Friends!
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