BMT (RIP)
04-30-2007, 14:02
A sweet grandmother telephoned Mount Sinai Hospital. She timidly asked,
"May I 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, "Holly Finkel in 302."
The Operator replied, "Let me check. Oh, good news. Her records show that
Holly 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 Holly your daughter?"
The Grandmother said, "No, I'm Holly Finkel in 302. No one tells me shit!
"May I 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, "Holly Finkel in 302."
The Operator replied, "Let me check. Oh, good news. Her records show that
Holly 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 Holly your daughter?"
The Grandmother said, "No, I'm Holly Finkel in 302. No one tells me shit!