Doctor stories

    • Anonymous
      August 5, 2006 at 3:39 pm

      The following courtesy of my sister-in-law.


      True Doctor Stories

      A man comes into the ER and yells, “My wife’s going to have her baby in the cab!” I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady’s dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly, I noticed that there were several cabs, and I was in the wrong one.
      –Dr. Mark MacDonald, San Antonio , TX

      At the beginning of my shift, I placed a stethoscope on an elderly and slightly deaf female patient’s anterior chest wall. Big breaths,” I instructed. “Yes, they used to be,” remorsefully replied the patient.
      –Dr. Richard Byrnes, Seattle , WA

      One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a “massive internal fart.”
      –Dr. Susan Steinberg, Manitoba , Canada

      I was performing a complete physical, including the visual acuity test. I placed the patient twenty feet from the chart and began, “Cover your right eye with your hand.” He read the 20/20 line perfectly. “Now your left.” Again, a flawless read. “Now both,” I requested. There was silence. I turned and discovered that he had done exactly what I had asked; he was standing there with both of his eyes covered. I was laughing too hard to finish the exam.
      –Dr. Matthew Theodropolous, Worcester , MA

      During a patient’s two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his medications. “Which one?” I asked. “The patch. The nurse told me to put on a new one every six hours, and now I’m running out of places to put it!” I had him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn’t see. Yes, the man had over fifty patches on his body! Now the instructions include removal of the old patch before applying a new one.
      –Dr. Rebecca St. Clair, Norfolk , VA

      I was caring for a woman from Kentucky and asked, “So, how’s your breakfast this morning?” “It’s very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can’t seem to get used to the taste,” the patient replied. I then asked to see the
      jelly, and the woman produced a foil packet labeled “KY Jelly.”
      –Dr. Leonard Kransdorf, Detroit , MI

      And Finally . . .

      A new, young MD doing his residency in OB was quite embarrassed performing female pelvic exams. To cover his embarrassment, he had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle aged lady upon whom he was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassed him. He looked up from his work and sheepishly said, “I’m sorry. Was I tickling you?” She replied, “No doctor, but the song you were whistling was ‘I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener’.”
      –won’t admit his name

    • Anonymous
      August 6, 2006 at 2:06 pm

      [COLOR=red]Don’t forget about my doctor/surgeon that carved into me seven years ago August 3, and ruined my life forever. That F’n Bastard! 😡 [/COLOR]

    • Anonymous
      August 11, 2006 at 9:47 pm

      I don’t guess I have stumbled across that story dave. wat he do?

    • Anonymous
      August 12, 2006 at 4:03 pm

      My rather hillbilly-ish great uncle went to an eye doctor years ago, and while examining him, the eye doctor asks him the usual questions, including, “Do you have cataracts?” My aunt said my great-uncle looked at the doctor kind of confused and replied, “Why, Lord no! I’m a Dodge man, always have been.”

    • Anonymous
      August 13, 2006 at 8:22 pm

      [COLOR=#ff0000]Long story short, a doctor’s malpractice has resulted in me paralyzed and wheelchair bound![/COLOR]