Is there a funny doctor present??

Yesterday, I had my gall bladder removed. As I was prepared for the surgery, I looked down myself. Support-stockings to prevent blood clots, grandma-undies and a tent of a back-less shirt. All these garments really did nothing to enhance my natural beauty. My natural beauty seemed rather far away, actually. I thought of a cartoon, I once read in the Oregonian after having spent the rainiest winter in recored history (!) on the Oregon Coast. To paraphrase: I got a call from the Pillsbury Doughboy: He wanted his tan back!

All the nurses look really nice and I simply had to ask one of them: Do patents ever pick up doctors here or do the nurses get them all? She laughed. And didn’t answer. (I’ll bet she had a thing with that hot anesthesiologist!)

My husband came and got me after a successful operation. In the car, on the way home, I delivered my little report on the state of the sense of humour of the doctors, I had met. My husband noticed, that I seem to always to that: I didn’t realize this, until he said it, but he’s right! I see a pattern. Apparently, I evaluate doctors, on the parameter whether they have a sense of humour or not. If they don’t get my jokes, I simply don’t trust them. It blows my mind. I hope I am never seriously ill and the world’s leading expert on the subject is a total humourless prick whom I won’t allow to save my life because he’s just not funny enough?!

I just don’t trust people, who don’t have a sense of humour. An the WORST, are those that THINK they are funny, but aren’t.

Personally, I have a sense of humour in at least 5 languages.

I… think…