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One day, working in the city, I had run out of my anti-depressant medication. It had been a few days and I really needed to get back on them (was starting to get headaches, etc.)
So, I looked up the directory and found a doctor in the city near my work. I ran out at lunchtime and fronted up to the receptionist. She had me fill in a little form with my name and details.
As I sad in the waiting room, the other patients there were looking at me quite strangely. Finally, after what felt like hours, the doc called me in.
"So, what can I do for you?"
"Well, I've run out of my anti-depressants. Here's a box of what I'm taking. I just need a new script so I can buy some more."
"So, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Um, well, could you write me out a script?"
"No. I'm a breast surgeon, not a GP (General Practitioner)"
"Oh, it didn't say that in the phone directory. You are a doctor aren't you? Can't you just write me a script?"
"No. I can't, sorry. Unless you want me to do something with your breasts, you'll have to go see someone else."
...and then I walked out, very careful to check what type of doctor someone is before visiting.
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Originally Posted by Hotmnkyluv
She tearfully broke up with me that night over the phone and it was 2 weeks before I found out that the reason was my 'anniversary' present...
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That's hilarious! But I must ask, did you end up getting back together?