A family practitioner, an internist, and a surgeon go duck hunting.
A bird flushes from the tall grass, flies overhead, and the FP says, “Gee, kinda looks like a duck,” and shoots it.
Another bird flushes from the reeds, flies over, and the internist sights it. “Duck, rule out pheasant, rule out goose,” he says, and shoots it.
A third bird flies overheard. The surgeon raises his gun. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Then he looks at the others. “What was that?” he asks.
(Hat tip: Blogs–aka Won Yuan Gai)
LOL. But this doesn’t do much for our confidence in the various medical professional disciplines.
I read it out loud, but my family STILL does not understand why I was laughing.
I heard a similar joke, only less complimentary to the FP.
A surgeon, an internists, and an FP are out bird hunting.
Surgeon: “Duck” Blam.
Internists: “Duck, r/o goose, r/o raptor” Blam.
FP: Blam, Blam, Blam “I don’t know what it was, but I got it.”
medical jokes seem to be the most complimentary to the specfic specialist (or generalist) who is telling the joke. -b
Last time I heard that joke, the surgeon sent the pathologist wading out into the swamp to tell him what he shot.
And the first time I heard it, the surgeon knew what he was shooting, the internist had a long list of possible birds and a longer list of very unlikely birds, and the emergency physician shot first and asked questions later.