Friday, March 13, 2020

Funny Friday


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Welcome to another Funny Friday, a bit of light relief from the stresses of medical matters, Covid concerns and dire disease.  Except that, like the coronavirus itself, there’s no getting away from it here.  Today’s Funny Friday is about matters medical and the coronavirus issue.  So take a moment for a nervous laugh or at least a chuckle . . .

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SOME HUMOUR . . .
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A true story by a doctor . . . 
Source:

Do you remember the song Kung Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas? If “yes”, you’ll appreciate this . . .

Here’s the backstory: “I work in a medical clinic and I had a little fun with a patient one day when she complained her kids keep ‘kung fu-ing’ her front door.”

Patient: “They just kept kung fu-ing the door and I kept telling them to stop.”

Me: “Oh, so, everybody was kung fu fighting?”

Patient: “Yes, and I told them to just swing at the air, not hit the door.”

Me: “Were they fast as lightning?”

Patient: “No, and it was scary, I thought they were gonna wreck my door.”

Me: “I bet it was a little bit frightening.”

Patient: “Yes, I thought they were gonna wreck my door!”

Me: “Hey, [Patient], c’mon, I just gave the first part of the song. Don’t leave me hangin’ here”.

Patient: “I know, but I don’t know the rest of the song!”
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Whilst in that vein (ha ha), here is a collection of true anecdotes about medical mistakes submitted by doctors to a site called scott.net.  Here is the link:

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A man comes into the ER and yells, "My wife's going to have her baby in the cab!" I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress, and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly I noticed that there were several cabs -- and I was in the wrong one.

Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald

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At the beginning of my shift I placed a stethoscope on an elderly and slightly deaf female patient's anterior chest wall. "Big breaths," I instructed. "Yes, they used to be," replied the patient.

Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes

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One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later, I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a "massive internal fart."

Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg

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During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his medications. "Which one? " I asked. "The patch. The nurse told me to put on a new patch every six hours and now I'm running out of places to put it!" I had him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see. Yes, the man had over fifty patches on his body! Now, the instructions include removal of the old patch before applying a new one.

Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair

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While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, "How long have you been bedridden?" After a look of complete confusion she answered..."Why, not for about twenty years -- when my husband was alive."

Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson

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I was caring for a woman and asked, "So how's your breakfast this morning?" "It's very good, except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get used to the taste," the patient replied. I then asked to see the jelly and the woman produced a foil packet labeled "KY Jelly."

Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf

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A nurse was on duty in the Emergency Room, when a young woman with purple hair styled into a punk rocker mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and wearing strange clothing, entered. It was quickly determined that the patient had acute appendicitis, so she was scheduled for immediate surgery. When she was completely disrobed on the operating table, the staff noticed that her pubic hair had been dyed green, and above it there was a tattoo that read, "Keep off the grass." Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon wrote a short note on the patient's dressing, which said, "Sorry, had to mow the lawn."

Submitted by RN no name
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I went to the chemist today and asked the assistant "What kills the coronavirus?"

She said "Ammonia cleaner"

I said "Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you worked here."

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Ok, so if the coronavirus isn't about beer, why do I keep hearing about cases of it?

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FROM THE VAULT . . .

A man attends at his doctor’s surgery after test results come back. The doctor says “I have some good news and some bad news.” “What is the bad news, doctor?” asks the man. The doctor says “The tests show that you have terminal cancer and only a short time to live.” “Oh my God,” says the man, “What is the good news?” “Well, says the doctor, “did you see the cute little receptionist when you came in? I’m taking her out tonight.”

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LIMERICK OF THE WEEK . . .

By moi:

("Dunny": Australian and New Zealand slang for toilet)

The world’s in a terrible stew
About this virus that’s scary and new.
Yet it seems somewhat funny
Paper meant for the dunny
Is making us all go cuckoo.

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GALLERY . . .

Sent to me Rosie J:

Sent to me by friend Tom C, who is Italian by birth and was visiting Italy, which is now in lockdown (and so therefore is Tom) . . . 


And a miscellameous collection . . . 










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CORN CORNER:

Smoking will kill you... Bacon will kill you... But, smoking bacon will cure it.
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I just found out I'm colourblind. The diagnosis came completely out of the purple.
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I have an inferiority complex but it's not a very good one.
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A man walks into the doctor’s and the doctor says, "I haven’t seen you for a while."
The man replies, "Yes, I've been ill."
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A sign on a breast enhancement clinics says:
“If life gives you lemons, a simple operation can give you melons.”

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Thursday, March 12, 2020

Thought for the Day


Faecal Foliage and Pooey Plants



There is a website called ShitGardens and it’s about . . well, you probably gues
sed it, shit gardens. You can visit that site by clicking on the following link: 

The authors have also put out a coffee table book called. . . well, you probably guessed that too, Shit Gardens. 

Here is a note about the authors James Hull and Bede Brennan, two boys from Oz . . . 


Creators of the Instagram page and coffee-table book Shit Gardens, James Hull and Bede Brennan both grew up in the leafy town of Bellingen in northern New South Wales, Australia. The two met in high school and bonded over a mutual and powerful dislike of their eighth-grade mathematics teacher. Funnily enough, James is now a teacher himself, while Bede is a landscape architect (the not-shit kind).

Having moved to Australia’s cultural epicenter, Melbourne, to further their studies and get “proper jobs,” James and Bede noted a vast array of interesting gardens that were crying out to be documented. The story of Shit Gardens began when Bede worked out how to download the wildly popular mobile phone application Instagram. James was mightily impressed and convinced him to create a page of their own.

At this point, it’s fair to say that the rest is history, with @shitgardens quickly becoming a quintessential component of the “ugly-insta” aesthetic. From there, the concept began to evolve, with the duo putting on a surprisingly successful string of exhibitions, and then pooling their resources and scouring the suburbs in a burnt-out Camry to produce a coffee-table book.

https://knockknockstuff.com/pages/james-hull-bede-brennan
Aussie Aussie Aussie Oi Oi Oi

Some pics . . .























Of particular note: the fairy lights on the spear









Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Thought for the Day



Chatting with my daughter, who now resides in the mid-West US, I suggested that she might start stocking up on items that are off the shelves here in Oz. She was of the opinion that conditions there had not yet reached the stage of warranting such action. In response I sent her the above.

I also sent her this . . .



One final comment, a cafe owner in Brisbane, Queensland put out a one litre bottle of hand sanitiser near the seats in his cafe for use by his customers, only to have it quickly stolen.  A woman swiped the bottle from The Total Picture Framing Co and Cafe in Toowong in Brisbane's inner-west last Thursday. Things are getting desperate in some quarters.  The cafe owner put up a sign expressing his feelings . . .





Live Your Life

I came across the Tecumseh poem “Live Your Life” whilst checking for something else. 

The chief:


Having now looked up quite a number of sources on the net, I am unable to say whether the poem was actually written by him or a later invention attributed to him. There are no debunking items and nothing to suggest that the work is not his, plus a Wikipedia bio states “Tecumseh was among the most celebrated Native American leaders in history and was known as a strong and eloquent orator who promoted tribal unity.”


Tecumseh (1768 – 1813) was a Native American Shawnee warrior and chief, who became the primary leader of a large, multi-tribal confederacy in the early 19th century. The man was amazing for what he achieved, what he envisaged and what he did. Click on the above link to read his bio. 

The poem:

In the meantime, here are some words by Chief Tecumseh.  Whether he wrote them or someone else did, they still make a lot of sense . . .


Live Your Life

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion;
respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.

Love your life,
perfect your life,
and beautify all things in your life.

Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
even a stranger, when in a lonely place.

Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die,
be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death,
so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.

Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

 Chief Tecumseh 1768-1813



Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Reader Comment for the Day

From David C B:



In my far off youth poor people would use squares of old newspaper as toilet paper. That would be difficult these days, at least in England, since most of the papers are already full of sh*t when they come off the press.