Medical and Doctor Jokes

An extremely ugly woman goes to her plastic surgeon, after hearing about a revolutionary new treatment. The doctor sees this hideous woman and feeling pity, agrees to perform the surgery.
Following the operation, she wakes up and looks in the mirror. She’s disappointed when she sees that she’s only slightly better looking.
“I thought I’d be beautiful!” she cried disappointedly…
“Your treatment isn’t finished yet, it’ll take time” said the doctor. “Feel the back of your head. There’s a small sсrеw there I placed during the surgery, which I’ve already turned a half-turn. Every week, I want you to turn it a half-turn, no more. You’ll find that you’ll get better looking every week. I’ll see you in 3 months.”
The woman goes home, sceptical, but for the first 2 weeks does exactly what the doctor told her. Week by week, she is amazed to find that she is actually getting better looking. Excited, she decides that she is going to step up her treatment. For the third week, she decides that she is going to turn the sсrеw a full-turn every day. Throughout the week, she transforms into a beautiful woman. But suddenly, she is horrified to wake up one morning with large lumps under her eyes. Horrified, she runs back to the doctor.
“Oh no!” the doctor cried when he saw her. “Did you follow my instructions EXACTLY?”
“I did for the first 2 weeks, but then my excitement got the better of me” she replied, as she admitted what she had done.
“You idiот!” the doctor said. “The sсrеw was there to slowly pull your skin up and tight SLOWLY. You’ve gone way too fast! Those lumps under your eyes are your вrеаsтs that you’ve pulled up!”
“Oh… well that explains the goatee then.”
Something for you under 45’s to look forward to: …
Here’s how bad it can get… …
When I turned 55, along with my geezer discount for auto insurance and my free intro membership to AARP, my doctor suggested a range of medical tests. One of these was the inspection for polyps. I made an appointment for 8 am on a Monday morning. …

I turned up on time, leaving behind in my bathroom, a stack of empty Fleet bottles. (You over-50’s know what I mean.) The doc looked at me blankly and said, “Why are we here?” and I told him. “A colonoscopy.” …

He said, “Oh, Chr!st, I knew there was a reason I didn’t want to come into work today.”
The instrument is a long black hose about 1/2″ in diameter, a black box and a video monitor. A little Vaaseline, and in she goes. On the monitor, it looked like a pink subway tunnel; thankfully, clean as a whistle. Then the doc “pumped me up with air,” and I felt like a mylar party balloon. The tunnel on the screen gets really wide, and then we start to move again. After a few minutes, doc gets excited and says, “Wow! Sixty centimeters!” I know that means about two feet. I can feel this little parasite crawling around under my liver. Ultimately, he pronounces that I will not die soon, not of воwеl cancer anyway, and starts to withdraw Mr. Вuтт-cam.
Ten minutes later, I am waiting in the lobby for the elevator. I slowly realize that all that air that was pumped into me is preparing for its escape. The elevator shows up. There are ten or twelve people on it. … I get on. … The elevator is hot and crowded and I am squeezed between two heavy folk. The air begins to escape, not at all quietly.
People are trying to find an unoccupied corner of the elevator to escape the symphony from my bun tuba. … Panic is close. … There is no smell, since it was only air, but the noise more than makes up for it. One woman seems about to vомiт.
It took more than six hours, (in “subjective time units,”) to reach the ground floor. The door opens and the disgusted mob in the elevator flees with undignified haste. I walk from the elevator and hear a child behind me say, “Boy, did that man ever fаrт!”
“Shush, honey, he was just here to see the doctor about it. Don’t make fun of him. He’s sick.”
The rest of the way home, I am treated to a sphincterhorn concerto in the privacy of my own car. Key of G♭.
Be warned, those of you in your late 40’s. Someday you too will face the same embarrassment.