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Friday, January 29, 2016

One day, at the hospital switchboard

The switchboard operator answered a call at St. Joseph’s Hospital, and the caller 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 woman said, in her weak, tremulous voice, “Victoria Sherwood, 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 Victoria is doing well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back normal, and her physician, Dr. Gottlieb, has scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow.”

The woman 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 Victoria your daughter?”

The caller said, “No, I’m Victoria Sherwood in Room 302.  No one tells me shit.”  

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