Ostomy Memories of Surgeons

WE’VE ALL HAD RELATIONSHIPS WITH SURGEONS. Some of us have less positive memories of them than others. I don’t even remember the name of the surgeon who performed my original ileostomy back in 1964. But I feel safe in saying that I’ve outlived him, which is saying something about his skills, in a manner of speaking. When I was forced to have the surgery re-done in 2011, the surgeon was good enough to permit me to mark the spot with an X where I wanted the new stoma, which was slightly lower on my belly than the original one. He and I got into conversation the night prior to the surgery, and he boasted that surgeons were the top of the food chain in the medical profession. I assured him that trial lawyers felt the same way about their brethren. Anyway, all this came back to me yesterday when I encountered the following joke:
Four surgeons were chatting at the end of the day. The first said that he preferred operating upon librarians because, when you opened them up, everything was in alphabetical order. The second said his preference was accountants because, when you opened them up, everything was orderly and numerical. The third surgeon claimed his favorite patient was an electrician since, when you opened them up, everything was color-coded. The fourth surgeon said his favorite was politicians. What, chimed the others? Why politicians? Because, he replied, when you open them up, they’re heartless, gutless, and spineless, and their head and asshole are interchangeable.

That's a great one Henry XX

Henry ... This post really made me 😂. Good one 

Thankyou,Ritz

Good chuckle Henry!  I'm going to go completely off topic here, because your joke reminded me of something a friend told me a few years ago.  I know from previous posts, that although you may not hold surgeons in particularly high esteem, lawyers are even lower on your list of professions.  This is a true story, by the way.  My friend, who is a criminal lawyer, recounted a chance meeting he had with a colleague a few years ago.  He was staying at a fancy resort on one of our southern B.C. gulf islands when he ran into his former business partner, who was also a criminal lawyer.  This guy had left the partnership to open his own firm and he specialized in defending high level drug dealers and gang members.  He had his yacht anchored in the harbour and it was called, what else, "Crime Pays".

Terry

Gee, small world!  I practiced criminal defense for four years.  My partner had a big speed boat, the kind favored by drug runners.  He called his boat... Crime Pays. 

No way!!

Damn Henry  You're good ...lol Love it 

Loved the Surgeon joke, have to remember it.

Thanks

MaeRee 

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Here's one for you,

What do Doctors and God have in common?

NOTHING !!!!!

God doesn't think he's a Doctor 

LOL 

MaeRee