HOSPITAL INFORMATION

An aggressive, old, genuine Southern Gentleman called HEB Harris Methodist Hospital. She said, "HEB Harris Methodist Hospital? Hello, Darlin'. I'd like to talk with the person who gives the information about the patients. But I don't want to know if the patient is better or doing like expected, or worse. I want all the information from top to bottom, from A to Z."

The voice on the other line said, "Would you hold the line please, that's a very unusual request."

Then a very authoritative voice came on and said, "Are you the man who is calling about one of the patients?"

He said, "Yes, darlin'! I'd like to know the information about Wil Armstrong in Room 203."

She said, "Armstrong. Armstrong. Let me see. Alexander, Andersen, Anderson -- ARMSTRONG. Oh yes, Dr.. Armstrong is doing very well. In fact, he's had two full meals, his doctor says if he continues improving as he is,       he is going to send him home Tuesday at twelve o'clock."

The old Southern Gentleman said, "GLORY! Thank God! That's brilliant! He's going home at twelve o'clock! I'm so happy to hear that. That's wonderful news."

The woman on the other end says, "From your enthusiasm, I take it you must be one of the close family members."

He said, "What close family member? I'm Wil Armstrong! My doctors don't tell me nothing."

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