Seeing the advertisement on shingles vaccinations on TV reminds me of a conversation I had with Snoozle awhile back. We were talking about our doctor visits and how it seems more and more physicians are running their practices like an assembly line. Those of us who spend much time in a doctor’s office should appreciate this.
Snoozle’s nephew, Swilly, walked into a doctor’s office and the receptionist asked him what he had. Swilly 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 Swilly what he had. Swilly said, “Shingles.” So she wrote down his height, weight, a complete medical history and told Swilly to wait in the examining room.
A half hour later a nurse came in and asked Swilly what he had. Swilly said, “Shingles.” So she gave Swilly a blood test, took his blood pressure, an electrocardiogram, and told Swilly to take off all his clothes and wait for the doctor.
An hour later the doctor came in and found Swilly sitting patiently in the nude and asked Swilly what he had.
Swilly said, “Shingles.” The doctor asked, “Where?”
Swilly said, “Outside on the truck. Where do you want me to unload ’em??”
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