Kevin had shingles.
Those of us who spend much time in a doctor's office should appreciate
this! Doesn't it seem more and more that physicians are running their
practices like an assembly line?
Here's what happened to Kevin:
Kevin walked into a doctor's office and the receptionist asked him
what he had. Kevin 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 Kevin what he
had. Kevin said, 'Shingles.' So she wrote down his height, weight, a
complete medical history and told Kevin to wait in the examining room.
A half hour later a nurse came in and asked Kevin what he had. Kevin
said, 'Shingles.' So the nurse gave Kevin a blood test, a blood
pressure test, an electrocardiogram, and told Kevin to take off all
his clothes and wait for the doctor.
An hour later the doctor came in and found Kevin sitting patiently in
the nude and asked Kevin what he had. Kevin said, 'Shingles.' The
doctor asked, 'Where?' Kevin said, 'Outside on the truck. Where do
you want me to unload 'em??'
