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 of the patient?"
The grandmother in her weak,
tremulous voice said, Norma Findlay, Room
302."
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. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged
tomorrow."
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 Room 302. No one tells
me anything."
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That's about right!
ReplyDeleteThe joke probably does have a wee bit of truth behind it, Gorges!
DeleteIn our local hospitals that would be par for the course!
ReplyDeleteUnfortunatel,y I'm afraid it's only going to get worse, Mamahen.
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