A sweet grandmother called St. Joseph’s Hospital and, in a soft, trembling voice, asked, “Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?”
The operator replied warmly, “Of course, dear. What’s the name and room number of the patient?”

The grandmother hesitated slightly before saying, “Norma Findlay, Room 302.”

“Let me check with the nurse’s station for that room. Please hold on for a moment,” the operator said.

After a few minutes, the operator returned to the line. “Good news! The nurse told me that Norma is doing well. Her blood pressure is great, her blood work is normal, and Dr. Cohen has scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow.”

The grandmother sighed in relief, “Thank you so much. That’s wonderful. I’ve been so worried. God bless you for giving me such good news.”

With a smile, the operator asked, “Is Norma your daughter?”

The grandmother replied, “No, I’m Norma Findlay in Room 302.

No one tells me anything around here!”

TRUE STORY—sometimes, you just have to ask for the information yourself!

An old woman, Grandma Edna, went to the doctor for her annual checkup.

An old woman, Grandma Edna, went to the doctor for her annual checkup.
The doctor, trying to make polite conversation, asked, “Mrs. Edna, how are you feeling these days?”

“Oh, I’m feeling just fine, doctor,” she said. “But I do have one little problem… I seem to be passing gas quite a bit. It’s nothing too bad — they’re silent, and they don’t smell at all. In fact, I’ve probably passed gas about 10 times just sitting here talking to you… but you’d never know because they’re completely harmless.”

The doctor smiled, nodded, and scribbled something on his notepad.