Hi Les & Jack
thanks for your good wishes & Jack you hit the nail on the head about the bloody coughing
Think I'll give the rum a whirl though I doubt I can get Bundaberg OP Rum in snowy Bletchley!
Sorry Les will pass on the oysters. Just the thought of them makes me shiver more than I already am
Look forward to any anecdotes or jokes in the name of medicine!
I hate being crook (is that right or should it be crock?) Not a very patient patient!
Penx
Oh no, Pen, our first disagreement !!!
I have to agree that oysters do look quite disgusting but have you ever actually tried one?
Oysters kilpatrick is one of my favourite entrees but then i also enjoy eating crumbed sheep's brains & liver for breakfast which i assume that you would also not be to fond off, of course in your company i would happily avoid those treats for something that we both liked.
At least your rotten cold has not been severe enough to send you to hospital.
You asked for a joke but I know that you prefer a little story ;
Our football season is about to kick off shortly so although i do not follow the aerial ping pong that they play in Melbourne, i did ask ozziejack who he fancied for this years title.
Quite out of character, he went into a bit of a tirade of how he had missed the last half of last years final because of ozziejune.
She had caught a cold that had turned so nasty that Jack had no option but to take her to hospital & of course by the time that he got back home the footy final was over & he had missed the entire second half.
It was just an overnight stay for June & the doctors were happy to release her the following afternoon with the only criteria being that their must be someone there to meet her & escort her from the hospital.
Well Jack did not have a particularly good day at work that following day, he copped constant ribbing from his workmates about how he had missed the final & to top it off the office air conditioning failed.
Jack knew how long it would take for the technicians to come & repair the airconditioning & as he had experienced this same issue many times before he knew that all that had to be done was to wriggle your way about 6 feet into the duct & flick a switch.
So to the cheers of everybody, Jack remedied the problem although it resulted in him looking quite bedraggled in his work suit & feeling quite exhausted.
His efforts did earn him an early pass so that he was able to go and pick up June from the hospital.
Well, by the time that he had done a dozen rounds of the hospital carpark before he could actually find a spot & then to be slugged $30 by the parking attendant, Jack was not a happy chappy & as he argued with the parking attendant " i'll only be 5 minutes , i'm just here to pick up the wife", Sorry Sir, but that is our minimum charge.
Swearing under his breath, Jack makes his way to June's ward.
He has directions, building B, green level 6A, yellow ward 23 , bed number 13C.
As he walks around & around in this rabbits warren he finally concedes defeat & asks a staff member for directions.
( What is it about blokes that unless absolutely desperate they refuse to ask for directions ? )
Finally, he has found bed number 13C but the bed is empty, the lady in the adjacent bed explains that June is in the shower.
As he sits on the empty bed with his briefcase between his legs & totally exhausted from all his running around, he is thinking to himself that he is going to have just as much trouble finding his way out of this joint.
At this point a senior nurse approaches with a wheelchair, ok sir, it looks like you are are all set to go.
Oh, no thankyou, i don't need any assistance.
Please Sir, i must insist as it is the policy of this hospital to ensue that all persons are escorted safely from this ward to the exit.
Ok, thank you & as they gone down in the lift the nurse enquires, so who do you have meeting you ?
Well that would be the wife who is currently upstairs changing out of her hospital garments.