George 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 George:
George walked into a doctor's office and the receptionist asked him what he had. George 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 George what he had.
George said, 'Shingles.' So she wrote down his height, weight, a complete medical history and told George to wait in the examining room.
A half hour later a nurse came in and asked George what he had. George said, 'Shingles..' So the nurse gave George a blood test, a blood pressure test, an electrocardiogram, and told George to take off all his clothes and wait for the doctor.
An hour later the doctor came in and found George sitting patiently in the nude and asked George what he had.
George said, 'Shingles.' The doctor asked, 'Where?'
George said, 'Outside on the truck. Where do you want me to unload 'em??'