Mounting frustrations with local hospitals pushed this young peasant to seek a second opinion at the nearest Ivory Tower. His complaints prompted a urine analysis for which he was sent to a nearby lab. The lab policy demanded a pre-pay along with the sample! The charge was 20 Dinars. Pissed off and cock-a-hoop with indignation, he whined, “Why so much? In my home town we pay 5 Dinars and we do not even have to give a sample!!”
A new proctologist started his promising business in a small town where there was no match for his skills. Among his first patients was a peasant who believed that a good physician should know what is wrong without soliciting information from the patient! The doctor completed a focused exam and hoped he would put his finger on the problem with the tools of his trade but to no avail. The patient finally revealed his illness, a bad tooth that needed to be pulled out! “But why did you let me dig deep in your butt at that time?” Said the doctor in vain. “I assumed you were going to pull it from the root”, the peasant replied!
It was a bad weekend on call for Obstetrics and Gynecology at the Medical City Teaching hospital in Baghdad. Three smaller hospitals were closed due to tetanus. By default, we became the only one taking patients. I remember there were 75 admissions in 36 hours! Patients were laying anywhere and everywhere, beds or no beds. One proud dad came to discharge his wife and his new heir, but….We could not find either of them! After 2 long hours of search, the man spelled out his choice: “Tell you what, give me my wife back and you can keep the baby!”