Brendt's Bloomin' Blog

In Which Brendt commits to electrons the things that spill out of his head

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Shingles

Buford walked into a doctor's office and the receptionist asked him what he had.

Buford said, "Shingles."

So she wrote down his name, address, medical insurance number and told him to have a seat.

Fifteen minutes later, a nurse's aide came out and asked Buford what he had.

Buford said, "Shingles."

So she wrote down his height, weight, a complete medical history and told Buford to wait in the examining room.

A half hour later, a nurse came in and asked Buford what he had.

Buford said, "Shingles."

So she gave Buford a blood test, a blood pressure test, electrocardiogram, then told Buford to take off all his clothes and wait for the doctor.

An hour later, the doctor came in and asked Buford what he had.

Buford said, "Shingles."

The doctor asked, "Where?"

Buford said, "Outside on the truck. Where do you want them?"

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P.S. Please pray for my dad -- he has non-Buford shingles right now. Pretty good sport, considering that he is the one who sent me this story.