A woman went to her doctor complaining a pains across her chest and down her left arm. The doctor was concerned, and asked her to strip so he could examine her thoroughly.
The examination completed and he said “Well, I have to tell you. You have acute angina.”
“Never mind the compliments,” she snapped, “what’s wrong with me?”
Some years ago, an outbreak of psittacosis, the disease spread by parrots, received considerable publicity in the press. This prompted a young woman who was feeling a bit under the weather to imagine she was suffering from the disease and sent her rushing to her doctor for a thorough examination.
After the examination, he was able to assure her that he could find no trace of psittacosis. “It was silly of me even to have thought of it,” said the woman, “for I’ve never been in contact with a parrot.”
Maybe not, “the doctor commented, “but I see you’ve had a cockatoo.”
A sign on the maternity ward wall read “The first three minutes of life are the most critical.”
Below it, someone had written “The last three are pretty dangerous, too!”
