90 year old on the lam

Last night I received a call from a family member of one of our 90 year old ladies. She had been admitted into the hospital because of some concerns her Doctor had.

This is language for we want you to know, and we want you to visit our mom.

Fair enough. I encourage people to let me know if they go into the hospital. You would be surprised, as I often am, how many times someone gets admitted to the hospital, and I never ever hear about it!

So, taking my Que I trundle off to the hospital to check up on her, except that they don´t have a record of her being admitted. I head off to emerg because sometimes they are there, without having their names get to the information desk yet. Nope, they haven´t heard of her either.

Stumped, I head to my office. Maybe she has already been released.

I phone her son who reports that she isn´t home yet.

?Oh? he adds, ?You probably didn´t use her real name!?

Huh? I´m thinking.

?Yea, her name is Betty, not Wilma?*

I´ve only ever known her as Wilma. Now she goes by Betty?

The son continues, ?She has a number of names, and Wilma isn´t one of them.?

So, she has a number of aliases´? Who is this ninety year old running from, I wonder.

I thank the son and call up the hospital before I make the run down there to visit this Betty person. Only they don´t have a Betty M admitted.

Oh brother.

So my first task of this new day is to find out where she is, and what this little ninety year old´s name really is.

If I find out why she doesn´t use her real name, well I´ll just consider that gravy.



*Names have been changed to protect the guilty.