A sweet grandmother telephoned St Marys Hospital. She timidly asked. "Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?"
The operator ...said. "Ill be glad to help, dear. Whats the name and room number of the patient?"
The grandmother in her weak, tremulous voice said. "Martha Jones, Room 302."
The operator replied. "Let me put you on hold while I check with the nurses 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 Martha 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. Thats wonderful. I was so worried. God bless you for the good news."
The operator replied. "Youre more than welcome. Is Martha your daughter?"
The grandmother said. "No I'm Martha Jones in Room 302! But, no one tells me sh1t."
Possum; AKA:- Ali El-Aziz Mohamed Gundawiathan
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