When I quit my last job, one of my friends was greatly concerned that I wouldn't have good stories anymore. Here are a few of the new ones.
1) Dear Patient.
I do not judge you for testing positive for marijuana. I do judge you for "spilling" your sample all over my bathroom floor.
Love,
Me
2) I walked down the hall the other day and found one of my doctor's leaning against the sign for the women's rest room with his hand. I just looked at him, no questioning, no skepticism. He said to me, "I'm just trying to see if I can read braille."
3) One of the girls I work with told us today that she asks our patients if they have a leg that they prefer to have less hair than the other. Yes. I know that grounding pads will take it off, but really? She does ask in all sincerity. I don't think I could do it with a straight face.
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4 comments:
Thank you for making me laugh
hehehe
Love it, thanks for the laugh...those are too funny!
2 things:
1. I love these stories.
2. I miss your face.
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