I’m not really here today as I had to drive to visit my brother in the hospital. Hopefully he’ll be going home soon. Until I get back here’s what I know about hospitals and doctors:
I have this great joke about amnesia, but I don’t remember it.
I’ve read that 8 out of 10 injections are in vein.
My brothers and I tried playing hide and seek in the hospital. Wasn’t that much fun, they kept finding us in the ICU.
I heard about a guy in medical school who made so many rash decisions that they made him a dermatologist.
My friend was going to the hospital today. He thinks he has, pneumonultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, but it’s hard to say.
I went to the doctor once and said, “It hurts when I touch my face, my neck, my chest, my leg, …” The doctor replied, “Yes, you have a broken finger.”
I asked the doctor if he could give me something for my liver. He gave me half a pound of onions.
The radiologist was laughing at the X-ray of my arm. She found it humerus.
A mother took her young son to the the hospital after he swallowed some coins. They took him to get an X-ray and when he got back the mother asked he was doing. The nurse said, “No change yet.”
I was walking into the hospital and saw a sign saying, “Emergency Generator.” You’d think they’d have enough emergencies to start with.
A builder I know got a contract to renovate a hospital. He said he took the job because he thought it would be re-ward-ing …
Words you don’t want to hear a surgeon say, “Anyone seen my watch?”
In my therapy session I learned that I have an inferiority complex, but it’s not a very good one.
The doctor told us not to be concerned about the bird flu anymore as it is now tweetable.
