Just thought I’d send you another way of “dealing” with your “favorite” doctor. Maybe he needs his temperature taken too! > The general was confined to the military hospital for treatment of a minor > malady.
>
> For almost a week he made a complete nuisance of himself,
> irritating both staff and the other patients, demanding attention > and expecting his every order to be followed immediately. He
> was in a six-man ward rather than a private room, his meals
> were too cold or not served to suit his taste, the light needed > to be adjusted to his demands, the nighttime activities
> interfered with his rest… and on, and on. >
> One afternoon an orderly entered the room. “Time to take your > temperature, General.”
>
> After growling at the orderly, the general opened his mouth to > accept the thermometer.
>
> “Sorry, General, but for this test we need your temperature from the other > end.”
>
> A whole new barrage of verbal abuse followed, but the orderly
> was insistent that a rectal temperature was what the test called for. >
> The general at last rolled over, bared his rear, and allowed
> the orderly to proceed. The orderly then told the general, “Stay > exactly like that and don’t move. I’ll be back in five minutes to > check up on you” and withdrew.
>
> An hour later, the head nurse entered the room, saw the
> general with his bare rear in the air and gasped, “What’s > going on here?”
>
> “Haven’t you ever seen someone having their temperature > taken?” the general barked.
>
> “Yes I have, General, but with a daffodil?” >
> Hope you enjoyed it. I could picture my doctor in this wonderful position with a flower sticking out of his butt. Becky
