The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, 'Hello.'
'Mrs. Sanders, please .'
'Speaking.'
'Mrs. Sanders, this is Doctor Jones at Saint Agnes' Laboratory. When your husband's doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from another Mr. Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good.'
'What do you mean?' Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.
'Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for HIV. We can't tell which is which.'
'That's dreadful! Can you do the test again?' questioned Mrs. Sanders.
'Normally we can, but Obamacare will only pay for these expensive tests one time.'
'Well, what am I supposed to do now?'
'The folks at Obamacare recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him.'
2 comments:
Solution...The hospital and doctors who fucked the tests up should redo the tests (right this time) for free. Why should we keep paying for their mistakes?
So simple...the idea that someone in this country might actually be held accountable for their services.
The rich will never be poor. Their nuts are squirreled away hidden in off-shore banks.
Isn't it cool how there is at least two sides to a coin?
J-
Hey this is funnee!! and so true. Hope all the old folks who voted for Obongo look forward to their euthanasia sessions. My God Almighty, what is this ignorant fat country coming to?
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