The Cure

A man with a bad stomach complaint goes to his doctor and asks him what can he do. He was hoping it wasn’t malignant Mesothelioma or something

The doctor replies that the illness is quite serious, but can be cured by inserting a suppository up his anal passage.

The man agrees and so the doctor warns him of the pain, tell him to bend over and shoves the thing way up his behind.

The doctor then hands him a second dose and tells him to do the same thing in six hours.

So, the man goes home and later that evening tries to get the second suppository inserted, but he finds that he cannot reach himself properly to obtain the required depth.

He calls his wife over and tells her what to do.

The wife nods, put one hand on his shoulder to steady him and with the other shoves the medicine home.

Suddenly the man screams, “Arrgghhhh!”

“What’s the matter?” asked the wife, “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” replies the man, “but I just realized that when the doctor did that, he had BOTH hands on my shoulders.”

Hospital Charts

Actual writings on hospital charts:

1. She has no rigors or shaking chills , but her husband states she was very hot in bed last night.

2. Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.

3. On the second day the knee was better, and on the third day it disappeared.

4. The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.

5. The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993.

6. Discharge status: Alive but without my permission.

7. Healthy appearing decrepit 69 year old male, mentally alert butforgetful.

8. The patient refused autopsy.

9. The patient has no previous history of suicides.

10. Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital.

11. Patient’s medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40 pound weight gain in the past three days.

12. Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.

13. She is numb from her toes down.

14. While in ER, she was examined, x-rated and sent home.

15. The skin was moist and dry.

16. Occasional, constant infrequent headaches.

17. Patient was alert and unresponsive. Referred from a medical assistance program.

18. Rectal examination revealed a normal size thyroid.

19. She stated that she had been constipated for most of her life, until she got a divorce.

20. I saw your patient today, who is still under our car for physical therapy.

21. Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and accommodation.

22. Examination of genitalia reveals that he is circus sized.

23. The lab test indicated abnormal lover function.

24. The patient was to have a bowel resection. However, he took a job as a stock broker instead.

25. Skin: somewhat pale but present.

26. The pelvic exam will be done later on the floor.

27. Patient was seen in consultation by Dr. Blank, who felt we should sit on the abdomen and I agree.

28. Large brown stool ambulating in the hall.

29. Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities.

Bob and the Cop

Bob was driving home over the Golden Gate Bridge after spending a great day out on the ocean fishing. His catch, cleaned and filleted, was wrapped in newspaper on the passenger side floor. He was late getting home and was speeding. Wouldn’t you know it, a cop jumped out, radar detector in hand, motioned him to the side of the bridge. Bob pulled over like a good citizen.

The cop walked up to the window and said, “You know how fast you were going, BOY?”

Bob thought for a second and said, “Uhh, 35?”

“SIXTY-SEVEN mph, son! 67 mph in a 55 zone!” said the cop.

“But if you already knew, officer,” replied Bob, “Why did you ask me?”

Fuming over Bob’s answer, the officer growled, in his normal sarcastic fashion, “That’s speeding, and you’re getting a ticket and a fine!” The cop took a good close look at Bob, in his stained fishing attire and said, “You don’t even look like you have a job! Why, I’ve never seen anyone so scruffy in my entire life!”

Bob answered, “I’ve got a job! I have a good, well-paying job!”

The cop leaned in the window, smelling Bob’s fish catch, said, “What kind of a job would a bum like you have?”

“I’m a rectum stretcher!” replied Bob.

“What you say, BOY?” asked the patrolman.

“I’m a rectum stretcher!”

The cop, scratching his head, asked, “What does a rectum stretcher do?”

Bob explained, “People call me up and say they need to be stretched, so I go over to their house. I start with a couple of fingers, then a couple more and then one whole hand, then two. Then I slowly pull them farther and farther apart until it’s a full six feet across.”

The cop, absorbed with these bizarre images in his mind, asked, “What the heck do you do with a six foot @$$hole?”

Bob answered, “You give it a radar gun and stick it at the end of a bridge!”