Case of- Mistaken Identity?!

Well well well... I'm back (came back quite a while ago too- around 3 weeks to be exact). Just been kinda busy, with uni n stuff.. nothing even vaguely fascinating in that regard..

Oooh, but as for my holiday, well, I guess it just flew by (as holidays usually tend to do-3 weeks just down the drain) and nothing especially mind-blowing happened[apart from me meeting the cute guy next doow who for some weird reason kept on force feeding me bananas-omg, I'm just realising the extent of my 'no lifeness"), except..

Well, there was this one time when my mum, aunt, grandma n I all packed up and went away for three days to stay with her at hospital- coz she was getting a cataracts operation. Well, everything went smoothly, the people were great, we didn't encounter any insane or even slightly crazed patients, no creepy Dr. Hyde/Jekyll doctors- you get the idea, right? Well, anyway, like I was saying, everything went smoothly, that is until AFTER her surgery. Around three hours later after my grandma had been sent in, we got a call from the nurse telling us that she was now ready to be taken back to our room. So, naturally we all quickly scrambled down the stairs and began heading back there, when all of a sudden, when Im rounding this corner-BANG?! I slam full-on into this guy wheeling one of em little bed things, and- woah, my grandma was in it!

Naturally, after sneaking a peek at knee and elbow to see if there was any damage I could sue for, I yelled out to my mum that that was her, and the three of us began chasing the guy with the bed yelling out to him to stop. At this point, the dude had passed our room and reached the other end, so that when he finally heard us, he had to make a wild 360 and spin her back. At this point, my mum n aunt were totally freaking out- I mean- heylo?! My grandma had just gone in for a minor cataract removal and now she was friggin unconscious?! Duh- we were pretty worried! Anyway, mum begins to fumble with the keys furiously, and it was at this stage my aunt decides to actually look at the patient... lol, I'll just give you the folliwing convo between my mum and aunt:

Aunt: Um, look-I don't think this is our mother..

Mum: What are you talking about? Of course she is? Are you blind? Look- I dunno about you, but I think I'd recognise my own mother?!...
(as you can see, tempers were flaring a bit, and she was still fumbling with the keys)

Me: Look, it so is..!


Aunt: Er, but- but, mum doesn't have any noserings..

Lol, it was at this moment the three of us crowd around the little mound beneath the blanket, and after careful surveillance we realise that this patient was definately not my grandma- i mean, this patient had two massive noserings, and unless they'd surgically inserted them during the Op, well- it was a case of mistaken identity aite?!

At this point, the guy with the wheely bed was muttering under his breath about how we didn't even know how our grandma/mum looked like, while simultaneously salutating us with explicit language accompanied by rude finger gestures- duh, he wasn't lookin too happy...

I swear, by the time we finally ended up heading down to the Op room, my grandma was seriously p****d from waiting so long...
Omg- if it wasn't for that woman's noserings though, just imagine- we wold have ended up taking in some other patient instead! Hmm... very scary indeed...