The doctor and the hypochondriac

“It is a bug bite.” Said the doctor. “You know if you keep coming in here for every lump or bump, one day I am going to find something.”

“So you mean there is something in me you haven’t found?” The hypochondriac said. “Oh God I am going to die. I am dying.”

“Calm down man. We are all dying–act accordingly.”

“What do you mean act accordingly, doctor? How am I suppose to do that?”

“Just go live life.”

“How do I do that?”  Asked the hypochondriac.

“Christ, you are in a state. I tell you what, when you exit my office, which way do you go to go home, left or Right?”

“Right.”

“Then go left.”

 

 

41 thoughts on “The doctor and the hypochondriac

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s