I'll be heading out for a few weeks with my wild bunch.
Back sometime in the second half of July.
Until then, have a great summer. Or, if you're reading this from the southern hemisphere, have a great winter.
And so it begins.
Thursday, June 27, 2019
Heading out
It's summer vacation time, gang.
I'll be heading out for a few weeks with my wild bunch.
Back sometime in the second half of July.
Until then, have a great summer. Or, if you're reading this from the southern hemisphere, have a great winter.
And so it begins.
I'll be heading out for a few weeks with my wild bunch.
Back sometime in the second half of July.
Until then, have a great summer. Or, if you're reading this from the southern hemisphere, have a great winter.
And so it begins.
Monday, June 24, 2019
Thursday, June 20, 2019
Patient quote of the day
"I was watching health news on TV this morning. Did you know you can die if your heart isn't working right?"
Monday, June 17, 2019
Humor
Three elderly ladies are sitting on a bench outside the nursing home when an older gentleman walked by.
One of the ladies yelled out, “Hey, I bet we can guess how old you are!”
The old fellow said, “There is no way you can guess my age! I look great for my age.”
One of the women said, “Yes we can!”
“No, you can’t!”
“Can! Just drop your pants and undershorts and we'll tell your exact age.”
The gentleman was embarrassed, but wanted to prove they couldn't do it. So... he dropped his drawers and let it all hang out.
The ladies asked him to turn around a few times while they looked from different angles, then had him jump up and down twice.
They then whispered back and forth for a minute, and finally one said. “You're 87-years-old.”
The fellow was stunned. Standing with his pants down around his ankles, he asked, “You’re right. WOW! How in the world could you tell?”
There was a pause, then one woman answered “Last week we were all at your birthday party.”
Thank you, Webhill!
One of the ladies yelled out, “Hey, I bet we can guess how old you are!”
The old fellow said, “There is no way you can guess my age! I look great for my age.”
One of the women said, “Yes we can!”
“No, you can’t!”
“Can! Just drop your pants and undershorts and we'll tell your exact age.”
The gentleman was embarrassed, but wanted to prove they couldn't do it. So... he dropped his drawers and let it all hang out.
The ladies asked him to turn around a few times while they looked from different angles, then had him jump up and down twice.
They then whispered back and forth for a minute, and finally one said. “You're 87-years-old.”
The fellow was stunned. Standing with his pants down around his ankles, he asked, “You’re right. WOW! How in the world could you tell?”
There was a pause, then one woman answered “Last week we were all at your birthday party.”
Thank you, Webhill!
Thursday, June 13, 2019
Monday, June 10, 2019
Annie's desk
Annie: "Dr. Grumpy's office, this is Annie."
Mrs. Faa: "Hi, this is Mrs. Faa. I was hoping you'd be able to help me."
Annie: "Sure... let me just pull your chart up... Okay, what's up?"
Mrs. Faa: "How do I get blood out of my carpeting?"
Annie: "Uh, well, hydrogen peroxide, or..."
Mrs. Faa: "No, I mean, do you know a good carpet cleaning company in my area? I broke a glass in the kitchen, and then stepped on a big shard while trying to clean it. So there's blood everywhere from when I walked to my bathroom to get a band-aid. It's a mess."
Annie: "Well, I don't know who's in your part of town, but let me look some up."
Mrs. Faa: "I bled A LOT. I mean, literally, all the blood has been drained out of my body. I have no blood left in me at all. It's all on the carpet."
Annie: "Do you need to go to ER?"
Mrs. Faa: "Why? Will someone there help me clean it up?"
Mrs. Faa: "Hi, this is Mrs. Faa. I was hoping you'd be able to help me."
Annie: "Sure... let me just pull your chart up... Okay, what's up?"
Mrs. Faa: "How do I get blood out of my carpeting?"
Annie: "Uh, well, hydrogen peroxide, or..."
Mrs. Faa: "No, I mean, do you know a good carpet cleaning company in my area? I broke a glass in the kitchen, and then stepped on a big shard while trying to clean it. So there's blood everywhere from when I walked to my bathroom to get a band-aid. It's a mess."
Annie: "Well, I don't know who's in your part of town, but let me look some up."
Mrs. Faa: "I bled A LOT. I mean, literally, all the blood has been drained out of my body. I have no blood left in me at all. It's all on the carpet."
Annie: "Do you need to go to ER?"
Mrs. Faa: "Why? Will someone there help me clean it up?"
Thursday, June 6, 2019
June 6, 1944
"There have only been a handful of days since the beginning of time on which the direction the world was taking has been changed in one 24-hour period by an act of man. June 6, 1944, was one of them.
"No one can tell the whole story of D-Day. Each of the 60,000 men who waded ashore that day knew a little part of the story too well. To them the landing looked like a catastrophe. Each knew a friend shot through the throat, shot through the knee. Each knew the first names of five hanging dead on the barbed wire offshore, three who lay unattended on the beach as the blood drained from the holes in their bodies. They knew whole tank crews who drowned when their tanks were unloaded in 20 feet of water.
"There were heroes here no one will ever know because they're dead. The heroism of others is known only to themselves.
"What the Americans and the British and the Canadians were trying to do was get back a whole continent that had been taken from its rightful owners. It was one of the most monumentally unselfish things one group of people ever did for another.
"It's hard for anyone who's been in a war to describe the terror of it to anyone who hasn't. How would anyone know that John Lacey died in that clump of weeds by the wagon path as he looked to his left towards Simpson and caught a bullet behind the ear? And if there had been a picture of it - and there weren't any - it would've shown that Lacey was the only one who carried apples for the guys in his raincoat pocket.
"If you think the world is rotten, go to the cemetery at Saint-Laurent-sur-Mer on the hill overlooking the beach. See what one group of men did for another, D-Day, June 6, 1944."
- Andrew Rooney (1919-2011)
Monday, June 3, 2019
Phone
Betty Tau: "Hello?"
Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy, returning a page."
Betty Tau: "Dr. Grumpy isn't here."
Dr. Grumpy: "Hi, Betty, this is Dr. Grumpy. Did your daughter call me?"
Betty Tau: "Dr. Grumpy isn't here. You have a wrong number."
Dr. Grumpy: "Betty, is your daughter there?"
Betty Tau: "No, but I think she was trying to reach Dr. Grumpy. Do you know him?"
Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy, returning a call for your daughter. Why don't you put her on the phone?"
Betty Tau: "I told you, Dr. Grumpy isn't here. You'll need to ask my daughter what his phone number is. She handles those things. If you want Dr. Grumpy you should call his office and leave us alone."
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Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy, returning a page."
Betty Tau: "Dr. Grumpy isn't here."
Dr. Grumpy: "Hi, Betty, this is Dr. Grumpy. Did your daughter call me?"
Betty Tau: "Dr. Grumpy isn't here. You have a wrong number."
Dr. Grumpy: "Betty, is your daughter there?"
Betty Tau: "No, but I think she was trying to reach Dr. Grumpy. Do you know him?"
Dr. Grumpy: "This is Dr. Grumpy, returning a call for your daughter. Why don't you put her on the phone?"
Betty Tau: "I told you, Dr. Grumpy isn't here. You'll need to ask my daughter what his phone number is. She handles those things. If you want Dr. Grumpy you should call his office and leave us alone."
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