When we lived in Mesquite, TX. I was 33 years old and had a hysterectomy. I had a pretty rough time but no one would tell me how sick I was. I called from my room and asked about the patient was in room 406 and that I was a relative. The nurse on the desk gave me a detailed report and asked me my name so that she could tell the patient who had called. I had the pleasure of telling her that I was the patient and couldn't get any information from my nurse. She became very quiet and then started laughing. She said it was the first time anyone had ever done that.
This is where I get it, folks.