A small procedure has me off my feet. Here is news - if you need a nurse, do not call 1-800- Our Ken. Most recently, the conversation went like this
K - Did you hear something ringing
K- whaddya mean?
L- well, when I dial a number, I can hear a tone telling me the phone is " ringing" elsewhere
Perplexed look
K - well I heard ringing. What do you suppose it was?
L - Do you think it might have been the cell phone in your pocket that you asked me to call when I needed you?
K somewhat triumphantly - i knew I heard ringing!
And that, my friends, is why you might want to let your surgeon book you a bed . . .
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