Thursday, January 13, 2011


I have enough ‘gists’ to start a clinic -- cardiologist, neurologist, pulmonologist, urologist, hematologist, dermatologist, opthmalogist, plus a chiropractor, Veteran’s Administration doctor (I don’t know her speciality), a dentist, and of course my primary care physician, who used to be called “The family physician”.  He’s not a ‘gist’, but an ‘ist’ -- an internist.  So if you’re not having luck reaching me, I’m likely visiting an M.D., D.C., or a D.D.S.

Today I’m double dipping -- the dentist and primary care physician.  Oh, fun!  I’m gist getting my teeth cleaned at the dentist’s, but I have several issues to discuss with my doctor.  Then he will likely tell me to which gist I should go.  Sorta reminds me of the story about the nose doctor who could not treat a patient with a left nostril problem.  His specialty was right nostrils.

It amazes me that these medical professionals keep in touch with one another (except the VA doctor).  I saw the hematologist last week, and this week the neurologist was reading me the hematologist’s letter.  Then he suggested I see my Primary Care to see where to go from there.  Hence today’s appointment.  At least it gets me out of the house.

Enough!  Enough!  Time for humor --

Presumably these are actual comments made by Police Officers taken off police car videos around the country:

"The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?"

 "Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on rides, eat cotton candy and corn dogs and step in monkey poop."

 "Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven."

1 comment:

  1. Want more humor? I just spotted this over at the Yarn Harlot's:
    "knitting is as frustrating as trying to train cats to work calculators." Keep that in mind whenever you find something frustrating.