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MEDICARE COVERAGE IN A NUTSHELL

by suziamanda
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The phone rings and the lady of the house answers,

'Hello.'

'Mrs. Sanders, please.'

'Speaking.'

'Mrs. Sanders, this is Doctor Jones at Saint Agnes Laboratory. When your
husband's doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from
another Mr. Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain which one belongs
to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good.'

'What do you mean?' Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.

'Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other
one tested positive for HIV. We can't tell which is which.'

'That's dreadful! Can you do the test again?' questioned Mrs. Sanders.

'Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests one
time.'

'Well, what am I supposed to do now?'

'The folks at Medicare recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere
in the middle of town... If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him.'
  • Profile picture of the author HeySal
    LMAO. Okay - good entrance to the forum.
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  • Profile picture of the author KimW
    An oldie but goodie,thanks for the laugh.
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    • Profile picture of the author Kay King
      entrance to the WF - or re-entrance?
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      • Profile picture of the author Brian John
        nice! as kim said, oldie but goodie.

        on that note...

        A man wakes up in the hospital bandaged from head to foot.
        The doctor comes in and says, "Ah, I see you've regained consciousness. Now you probably won't remember, but you were in a huge pile-up on the freeway. You're going to be okay...you'll walk again and everything; however, your penis was severed in the accident and we couldn't find it."
        The man groans, but the doctor goes on, "Fortunately, you have $9,000 in insurance compensation coming, and we now have the technology to build a new penis. They work great, but they don't come cheap. It's roughly $1000 an inch."
        The man perks up.
        "So", the doctor says, "You must decide how many inches you want. I understand you've been married for over thirty years, so this is something you should discuss with your wife. If you had a 5 incher before and get a 9 incher now, she might be a bit put out. If you had a 9 incher before and you decide to only invest in a 5 incher now, she might be disappointed. It's important that she play a role in helping you make a decision."
        The man agrees to talk it over with his wife.
        The doctor comes back the next day, "So, have you spoken with your wife?"
        "Yes I have," says the man.
        "And has she helped you make a decision?"
        "Yes", says the man.
        "What is your decision?" asks the doctor.
        "We're getting granite counter tops."
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