• Treating Chronic Bronchitis

    A victim of chronic bronchitis called on a well-known physician to be examined. The doctor, after careful questioning, assured the patient that the ailment would respond readily to treatment.

    "You're so sure," the sufferer inquired, "I suppose you must have had a great deal of experience with this disease."

    The physician smiled wisely, and answered in a most confidential manner, "Why, my dear sir, I've had bronchitis myself for more than fifteen years."
  • It's An Emergency!

    A well-respected surgeon was relaxing on his sofa one evening just after arriving home from work. As he was tuning into the evening news, the phone rang. The doctor calmly answered it and heard the familiar voice of a colleague on the other end of the line.

    "We need a fourth for poker," said the friend.

    "I'll be right over," whispered the doctor.

    As he was putting on his coat, his wife asked, "Is it serious?"

    "Oh yes, quite serious," said the doctor gravely. "In fact, three doctors are there already!"
  • Urine Sample!

    Jethro walks all the way into town to get a physical.

    The doctor hands him a specimen cup and says, "I need a urine sample."

    Jethro goes into the bathroom, but can't pee.

    He comes back out and says, "Doc, I done got me a bladder problem."

    The doctor says, "Don't worry, that's a common problem. Go home, drink lots of fluids, and bring me the sample in the morning."

    Jethro goes back to the farm and downs a whole case of beer. Then, after he fills the small specimen bottle, he grabs an old goldfish bowl from the front porch and fills it to the brim. The next morning, Jethro goes into the doctor's office with his specimen.

    The doctor says, "Jesus! Did you walk all the way here carrying that big bowl of urine?"

    Jethro says, "Hell, no. Today I done took the bus."
  • Curing Constipation

    Wilford went to the doctor for constipation. He explained to the doc that it had several days since he had a bowel movement and it was getting rather painful.

    After examining Wilford the doctor said, "Lets see, you live out of town don't you?"

    Wilford nodded.

    "Okay, you drive the speed limit of 30 mph to the city limits and turn off on a farm to market road and drive 55 mph for 6 miles?"

    Again Wilford nodded.

    "Then you turn onto a dirt road and drive about 20 mph for 2 miles to your house, is that correct?"

    Once more Wilford nodded.

    "Okay, I'm going to give you this powerful laxative and you need to go straight home. Do not stop anywhere or drive any slower."

    So Wilford drove home exactly as the doctor said.

    A few days later, Wilford saw the doctor up town and stated, "Doc, you should have been an engineer or mathematician. I can't believe how accurate you were with the directions on that laxative."

    Doc said, "I glad you are feeling better. So, you made it just fine to the toilet?"

    "No, explained Wilford, you were 3 feet short."