Subject: Medical Condition
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Tue Nov 12 2002 - 10:15:32 EST
"Medical Condition"
The psychiatrist was not expecting the distraught
stranger who staggered into his office and slumped
into a chair.
"You've got to help me. I'm losing my memory,
Doctor," he sobbed. "I once had a successful
business, a wife, home and family; I was a
respected member of the community. But all
that's gone now. Since my memory began failing,
I've lost the business - I couldn't remember my
clients' names. My wife and children have left me,
too; and why shouldn't they - some nights I wouldn't
get home until four or five in the morning. I'd forget
where I lived...And it's getting worse. Doctor - it's
getting worse!"
"This is not an unusual form of neurosis," the
psychiatrist said soothingly. "Now tell me, just how
long ago did you first become aware of this condition?"
"Condition?" The man sat up in his chair. "What
condition?"
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"Shingles"
A man walked into a doctor's office and the
receptionist asked him what he had. He replied,
"I got shingles."
She said, "Fill out this form and supply your name,
address, medical insurance number. When you're
done, please take a seat."
Fifteen minutes later a nurse's aide came out and
asked him what he had. He said, "I got shingles."
So she took down his height, weight, and blood
pressure, then said, "Change into this gown and
wait in the examining room."
A half hour later the doctor came in and asked him
what he had. He said, "Shingles."
The doctor gave him a full examination, and then
said, "Well, I just checked you out thoroughly, and
I can't find shingles anywhere."
The man replied, "That's because they're outside
in the truck. Where do you want them?"
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