The Setting: a large open-air ER ward. All beds are empty except for one, upon which a Patient lies in moderate discomfort.
Enter: A Doctor, a Nurse, and a Tech. They attend to the patient. Nurse begins to start an IV, Tech affixes monitor wires, Doctor reviews the chart.
Doctor: Sir, I see from the chart that you are having some abdominal pain. When did this pain first start?
Patient (in a very matter-of-fact tone): I think the pain started sometime after I finished eating that gallon of peanut butter.
(Doctor responds with a blank stare, queries Nurse and Tech with a glance. They maintain carefully neutral facial expressions.)
Doctor (to Patient): I really don't know what to say to that.
(Nurse and Tech double over with poorly-muffled laughter. An awkward silence follows.)
Finis.
Enter: A Doctor, a Nurse, and a Tech. They attend to the patient. Nurse begins to start an IV, Tech affixes monitor wires, Doctor reviews the chart.
Doctor: Sir, I see from the chart that you are having some abdominal pain. When did this pain first start?
Patient (in a very matter-of-fact tone): I think the pain started sometime after I finished eating that gallon of peanut butter.
(Doctor responds with a blank stare, queries Nurse and Tech with a glance. They maintain carefully neutral facial expressions.)
Doctor (to Patient): I really don't know what to say to that.
(Nurse and Tech double over with poorly-muffled laughter. An awkward silence follows.)
Finis.
4 comments:
But it was a really, really big sandwich!
Brilliant!
If my husband ate that much peanut butter, he would be in the ER.
Partly because I would kick him out before he gassed us out.
Also, because he would be sooooooo sick.
Some people can't handle their peanuts.
M
Gah! I want to know what happened next.
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