My joke thread contribution
A old friend is getting scoped next week. Both ends. He told the receptionist to schedule his throat first. 
He didn’t want a bad taste in his mouth afterwards. 
My friend is always cracking jokes. He’s been a close friend for over 30 years.
I’ve been very worried because his nausea is out of control. Nearly went to the ER. He’s even skipping hunting this year. It’s a good sign that his sense of humor is intact.
Is this a joke that was actually said in real life? Such as the “bad taste” joke. Or is this a joke that we have heard/read? Such as the “spectacles” joke.
Don’t need the set-up; just the punch line.
"No, no! Nurse Smith. I told you to *prick *his boil!
It can be any medical joke you’ve read or heard.
Readers Digest has a column Laughter is the Best Medicine.
Research reveals that’s even more true than people realize.
It helps if you can find the humor in MRI’s, scope cleanouts or depending on a nervous 23 year old nurse for patient care.
I’d guess people in the health care fields also use humor to cope with the stresses of their jobs.
Doctor, it hurts when I do this…
Ok, I heard this years ago. I think Family Guy may have done a bit about it, but Ive headd way before that. Also, switch the sexes of the characters around however you like, it’s not important.
A guy rushes into the emergency room in a panic. He goes to the reception and says he got a message that his wife was in a terrible accident. The receptionist tells him to take a seat while she goes to get the doctor. The doctor comes out and begins to tell the poor guy in serious tone that his wife has been paralyzed from the neck down. She’ll be forever in a wheelchair. He’ll have build ramps in house. Buy a van to get her qround town. He’ll have to feed her and wash her for the rest of her life.
The guy takes in the information, his life shattered. Just then the doctor cracks a smile and laughs “Just kidding! She’s dead.”
I had the same procedure as the OPs friend, partially for the same reason.
I just said that I was getting scoped stem to stern.
aceplace57 - I hope they find what your friend’s problem is.
A doctor needs to write a prescription. He reaches into his smock pocket and pulls out a rectal thermometer. “Ah shit,” he exclaims, “Some asshole has my pen!”
I long ago EMT’d for a middle-of-the-desert ambulance service. We crew were paid by the run and mileage. On slow nights, we’d joke of greasing the steps of the 8-Ball Saloon to drum up a few customers. Ha.
True, but still funny (well, to me)
My Doctors name is Bugazhi. Everyone in the clinic calls him Dr. Bugs. Everytime he comes in a treatment room with me, I say “What’s up Doc?”
I think it’s hilarious.
He just rolls his eyes at me.
One of my fave medical jokes:
Name the 5 waterfowl that cross the diaphragm.
Quacks me up every time!
My dad always said that laughter is the best medicine. That’s why my brother died of tuberculosis.
Guy calls 911, “I think my wife is dead.”
Operator: “You think she’s dead, or you know she’s dead?”
Guy: “I think she’s dead. She’s just lying there, not moving or anything.”
Operator: “But you don’t know for sure if she’s dead?”
Guy: “No.”
Operator: “Well sir, I need you to be sure she’s dead before I can advise you what to do.”
Guy: “Okay, hold on…”
Long pause. Sound of a gunshot.
Guy: “…Okay, I’m sure she’s dead now.”
The Operation Was a Success, but the Patient Died.
An old geezer became very bored in retirement and decided to open a medical clinic.
He put a sign up outside that said:
“Dr. Geezer’s Clinic. Get your treatment for $500, if not cured, get back $1,000.”
Mr “Young,” who was positive that this old geezer didn’t know beans about medicine,
thought this would be a great opportunity to get $1,000. So he went to Dr. Geezer’s clinic.
Mr Young: “Dr. Geezer, I have lost all taste in my mouth. Can you please help me ??”
Dr. Geezer: “Nurse, please bring medicine from box 22 and put 3 drops in Dr. Young’s mouth.”
Mr Young: " Aaagh !! this is petrol!”
Dr. Geezer: “Congratulations! You’ve got your taste back. That will be $500.”
Mr Young gets annoyed and goes back after a couple of days figuring to recover his money.
Mr Young: “I have lost my memory, I cannot remember anything.”
Dr. Geezer: “Nurse, please bring medicine from box 22 and put 3 drops in the patient’s mouth.”
Mr Young: "Oh, no you don’t, that is petrol!”
Dr. Geezer: "Congratulations! You’ve got your memory back.
That will be $500.”
Mr Young (after having lost $1000) leaves angrily and comes back after several more days.
Mr Young: "My eyesight has become weak —I can hardly see anything!!!
Dr. Geezer: “Well, I don’t have any medicine for that so, here’s your $1000 back.” (giving him a $10 bill)
Mr Young: "But this is only $10!
Dr. Geezer: "Congratulations! You got your vision back! ; that will be $500.”
Moral of story – Just because you’re “Young” doesn’t mean that you can outsmart an “old Geezer”.
Remember: Don’t make old people mad. We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off.
Sad looking doctor: why don’t my rich patients ever get this?
I refer to my frequent flexible sigmoidoscopies as ‘butt spelunking’ =)
Faith healer sets up a tent in a southern town. Large crowd arrives. The first two patients are a woman and a man.
Faith healer asks their names and afflictions. The woman, who is in a wheelchair, says her name is Susie and she is unable to walk. The man, Bobby, speaks with a lisp and wished the speak normally.
The faith healer sends them both behind a large curtain. The audience leans in with anticipation. The faith healer says his healing prayers, then commands them: “Sister Susie! Get up out of that wheelchair and walk! Brother Bobby! Speak to me with a clear voice of authority!”
A minute goes by, then a loud thump is heard. Then: “Thither Thuthie jutht fell on her ath!”
A deeply-tanned inherited-wealth playboy woke one morning, ignored his cocaine hangover to stagger to his custom ensuite bathroom, looked in the mirror, and saw that his face had lost its tan. He was a bit unnerved so he snorted up a few more lines and lay out in the sun, nude. When he awoke (sort of) he crawled to the bath again, looked in the mirror, and saw that his tan had faded down to mid-chest level.
This frightened and angered him. He had WORKED on that tan! He called his houseboy to drive him to the celeb MD he depended on for scrips.
The doctor took one look at him and said, “I know just what the problem is.” The doc left the luxurious exam room and returned with a flask of brown liquid. “Here, drink this.”
The playboy complied but almost gagged it up. “What the fuck, doc! This tastes just like shit!”
“That’s right,” the medic said. “You were a quart low.”