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 of the patient?"
The grandmother in her weak tremulous voice said, "Molly Finkel, room 302."
The Operator replied, "Let me check. Oh, good news. Her record says that
Molly 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 on 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 Molly yourdaughter?"
The Grandmother said, "No, I'm Molly Finkel in 302. No one tells me SHIT.
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, "Molly Finkel, room 302."
The Operator replied, "Let me check. Oh, good news. Her record says that
Molly 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 on 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 Molly yourdaughter?"
The Grandmother said, "No, I'm Molly Finkel in 302. No one tells me SHIT.
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