How Is Norma?
> 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 shit!"