Well, we were discussing gynecologists at our poker table – because we love to gross out the men and make them all uncomfortable and distracted so that they can’t concentrate and we can beat them. Especially if we are too drunk and/or ADD to know what is in our hand.
One of the girls was talking about how an ob/gyn she went to was rude and she finally had to switch doctors. I told her that I hoped she ate some beans and cabbage and then went to one last appointment with him before she switched.
Our discussion included a story of a doctor misdiagnosing the flu as endometriosis, and I said that it was just a FLUke. Cuz I’m funny. And/or drunk. And then I was told “thank God you’re not a doctor.”
At this point I pondered how one could make such a haphazard, random, guess at the ailments of some poor unsuspecting soul. This is what we came up with. In my “Thank God You’re Not a Doctor”s office I could construct a “wheel o’diseases” where the patient could cut down their waiting room time by simply spinning a big roulette wheel or one of those giant wheels like on Wheel of Fortune or The Price Is Right, and what you get is what you’ve got.
Except I’d have to have a game show host on my payroll and that would look a tad unprofessional.
A more simple solution would be if you could pay your office visit fee directly into a slot machine and pull the arm: Common Cold, Common Cold, Gonorrhea!
Oh, so close!!!!!!!!!!!! Pick up your prescription on the way out.
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