I don’t find medical puns funny anymore since I started suffering from an irony deficiency.

I thought it wise to see the doctor. Morning happened on me pretty fast. I showered, brushed up, dressed up and hit the road. Jugging.

When I got to the hospital, I noticed there was a sign on the lawn at the drug rehab building that said ‘Keep off the Grass.'

I chuckled and stepped on the grasses. No smoke. No fire. Who effing cares?

Oh, I'm not here to get high. I feel down.

When I stepped in the doctor’s waiting room, there was this tiny lady, only about six inches tall. Although she was there before me, she let me see the doctor first. I suppose she just had to be a little patient. I don't know.

I went to the doctor and told him I felt run down. I jugged my way down here.

‘Why do you feel that?’ he asked.
‘Because,’ I replied, ‘I’ve got tire marks on my legs.'

'I'll get you some sleeping pills' 
He said, chuckled and tiptoed to the counter.

I wondered why. Perhaps he wouldn’t want to wake the sleeping pills.

'Here' He handed over some pills to me...

'Take this two times daily. The other one three times daily...and the other one two spoons once'

I nodded and went home.

A day later, I didn't feel any better. Those injections are just in vein.

Desperate to feel better, I took the three spoonfuls instead of two.

I felt dizzy. Walked into walls thrice. Stumbled over a few words too.

Then I dialed the doctor.
'Doctor, I’ve swallowed three spoons.’
Doctor: ‘Sit down and don’t stir.’

See why I don’t find medical puns funny anymore? 

I suffered from an irony deficiency.

#Pengician #SSA