Not yet ready for Medical School

The other day I got a call from Stefan saying that a doctor was going to make a house call to check on his recovery. I was a little concerned—not to mention surprised—that the medical establishment thought that he was critical enough to send someone to our house.

I was even more concerned when I got home and found that the doctor had arrived with a very interesting toolkit… mixed in with the stethoscope and thermometer were saws and axes and hammers. What kind of doctor was this??

My concern only grew when the so-called doctor, without examining Stefan one bit, took out an ax and immediately started whacking away at Stefan’s mid-section. It was all he could do to ward off the blows.

What are they teaching these days in medical school?

Then the “doctor” pulled out a saw and tried to remove Stefan’s arm, while yelling “SURGEE, DADDEEEEE, I’M DOOOOING SURGEEEE!”



We contacted the authorities, who claimed no responsibility for the “doctor”.

Alex surveyed the scene, and declared that we must all have a snack.



So that’s what we did.