A sweet grandmother telephoned Mount Sinai 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, "Holly Finkel, Room 302."
The Operator replied, "Let me check. Oh,
good news. Her records say
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."