laughing pains

Madeleine and I went to the doctor’s surgery last week. We both had to register, as we are new to the area, and Madeleine needed some part of her anatomy checked or tweaked or both. I don’t quite know all the details of her illness/discomfort but it may have something to do with the fact our bedroom is on the first floor of the house. I say this because I heard Madeleine talking to the nurse and mentioning having problems “down stairs”. Mind you, she also mentioned “plumbing” so I’m no wiser.



We had to wait around 30 minutes to be seen and so I started to read every poster, leaflet, notice on every wall, as you do, to kill time. A couple of posters made me chuckle – well, a loud laugh was out of the question when surrounded by the sick and dying- and made the waiting a lot more enjoyable.

A large poster announced;

“Premature Ejaculation Class – Every Wednesday 6 pm. Please arrive early”

WTF? Of course they will arrive early. Duh!

Another poster stated the importance of eating 5 portions of vegetables/fruit per day with the witty caption;

“Human Beans Make Good Runners”  Uh!?

And another poster showed a frail, ashen-faced old lady and highlighted the plight of the elderly who are afflicted by dementia. It said;

“As you get older three things happen. The first is your memory goes, and I can't remember the other two...”

I know… funny as hell. You’d think I was making up these things, but I’m not!

Anyway, that same poster ended on a more cheerful note by stating;

“The good thing is, when you become senile you won’t know it!"

Charming! Mocking the afflicted! What next?

Needless to say, Madeleine and I felt much better after that unexpected spell of giggling.

"Laughter is the best medicine" some wise old fart once said...and yes, I concur.
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