Ethel Jones, in room 302

A sweet old grandmother phoned the 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, "Ethel Jones, in room 302."

The Operator replied, "Let me check. Oh, good news. Her record says that Ethel is doing very well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back as normal and her physician, Dr. Lee, 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 Ethel your daughter?"

The Grandmother said, "No, I'm Ethel Jones in room 302. No one tells me shit."