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A little Jewish lady, calling Mount Sinai Hospital, said, "Hello, 
darling, I'd like to talk with the person who gives the information 
regarding your patients. I want to know if the patient is getting 
better, or doing like expected, or is getting worse."

The voice on the other end of the line said, "What is the patient's 
name and room number?"

She said, "Yes, darling! She's Sarah Finkel, in Room 302."

He said, "Oh, yes. Mrs. Finkel is doing very well. In fact, she's 
had two full meals, her blood pressure is fine, her blood work just 
came back as normal, she's going to be taken off the heart monitor in 
a couple of hours and if she continues this improvement, Dr. Cohen is 
going to send her home Tuesday at twelve o' clock."

The woman said, "Thank God! That's wonderful! Oh! that's fantastic,
darling... that's wonderful news!"

The man on the phone said, "From your enthusiasm, I take it you must 
be a close family member or a very close friend?"

"I _am_ Sarah Finkel in 302! Cohen, my doctor, doesn't tell me shit!"


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[Contributed by Peter, of course]