A sweet grandmother telephoned Cedars-Sinai 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. What's the name and room number?" The grandmother in her weak tremulous voice said "Holly Finkel, room 302." The operator replied "Let me check." "Oh, good news. Her record says that Holly is doing very well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back as normal and her physician, Dr. Cohen, 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 Holly your daughter?" The grandmother said, "No, I'm Holly Finkel in 302. No one in this damn place ever tells me shit."

 

 

Takes notes...

 

Bump.

 

that story must be from before 2003. With the new HIPPA law, you can't say nothing to nobody.

 

It's HIPAA

 

HIPPA-POTOMUS?

 

 

HIPPA SCHMIPPA!