A distraught senior citizen phoned her doctor’s office.
“Is it true,” she wanted to know, “that the medication you prescribed has to be taken for the rest of my life?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so,” the doctor told her.
There was a moment of silence before the senior lady replied:
“I’m wondering, then, just how serious is my condition because this prescription is marked ‘NO REFILLS.”
The man told his doctor that he wasn’t able to do all the things around the house that he used to do.
When the examination was complete, he said: “Now, Doc, I can take it. Tell me in plain English what is wrong with me.”
“Well, in plain English,” the doctor replied, “you’re just lazy.”
“Okay,” said the man.
“Now give me the medical term so I can tell my wife.”
It was early morning and an old man in his eighties got up and was putting on his coat.
His wife said,”Where are you going?”
He said, “I’m going to the doctor.”
And she said, “Why, are you sick?”
“No” he said, “I’m going to get me some of those new Via.gra pills.”
So his wife got up out of her rocker and was putting on her sweater and he said, “Where are you going?”
She said, “I’m going to the doctor, too.”
“Why?”
