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Articles: Humour | ENT Surgeon / Gynaecologist
- Prof. 00782 Maverick
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She gave a cute smile and said, 'Yeah! My neighbour tried to remove it with his finger, but the hole is so small that he used a hair pin.'
'Oh my God!'
'Yes! My mother even tried a matchstick.'
My blood pressure was shooting skywards. I just sputtered without uttering a word.
'Tell me, doctor, how do I avoid getting this dirt inside me?'
I knew that it was an unwanted pregnancy, but calling it dirt was too much. I replied a bit angrily, 'There are tablets which can prevent this happening. Or you could use protection at night.'
Now it was the patient's turn to be confused, 'You mean to say that it happens only at night?'
I saw her point. 'No! No! I meant anytime of the day, whenever you are in the mood, you should use protection.'
She was even more confused, 'It depends on my moods?'
Again I saw her point. 'My mistake. You need not be in any sort of mood. It just happens.'
'My neighbour advised me to go to one of those chaps who sit by the roadside.'
'You mean that pin man?'
'Yeah!'
This neighbour of hers seemed to be a very dangerous man. Besides using pins, he was sending her to such quacks. The only safety he knew was among the pins. 'You were wise not to heed his advice.'
'But I tried his other advice. He told me to put warm oil inside and wait. However, that also did not work.'
This was getting more and more bizarre. Her neighbour deserved to be locked up either in a padded cell or a barred one.
'But have you taken your husband's permission?'
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