Two very successful psychoanalysts occupied offices in the same building. One was 40 years old, the other over 70. They rode on the elevator together at the end of an unbearably hot, sticky day. The younger man was completely done in, and he noted with some resentment that his senior was fresh as a daisy.

“I don’t understand,” he marveled, “how you can listen to complaining patients from morning till night, on a day like this, and still look so spry and unbothered when it’s over?”

The older analyst replied, “Who listens?”

Dr. Leroy, the head psychiatrist at the local mental hospital, is examining patients to see if they’re cured and ready to re-enter society.

“So, Mr. Clark,” the doctor says to one of his patients, “I see by your chart that you’ve been recommended for dismissal. Do you have any idea what you might do once you’re released?”

The patient thinks for a moment, then replies, “Well, I went to school for mechanical engineering. That’s still a good field, good money there. But on the other hand, I thought I might write a book about my experience here in the hospital, what it’s like to be a patient here. People might be interested in reading a book like that. In addition, I thought I might go back to college and study art history, which I’ve grown interested in lately.”

Dr. Leroy nods and says, “Yes, those all sound like intriguing possibilities.”

The patient continues, “And the best part is, in my spare time, I can go on being a teapot.”

doctor told Mrs. Stone to give her husband one pill a day and one drink of whiskey to improve his stamina.

A month later, when Mrs. Stone came in for another visit, the doctor asked, “How are we doing with the pill and the whiskey?”

Mrs. Stone answered, “Well, he’s a little behind with the pills, but he’s about six months ahead with the whiskey.”

Mr. Clark, I’m afraid I have bad news”, the doctor told his anxious patient, “You only have six months to live.”

The man sat in stunned silence for the next several minutes. Regaining his composure, he apologetically told his physician that he had no medical insurance. “I can’t possibly pay you in that time.”

“OK”, the doctor said, “Let’s make it NINE months.”

A man kept going to the eye doctor because his eye hurt and the doctor finally discovered his problem. He said, “Your eye hurts when you drink tea, so you can’t drink tea.” So the patient said, “But I love tea.” The doctor replied, “Okay, as long as you take the spoon out.”

A doctor said to his patient, “Well, your leg is swollen, but I wouldn’t worry about it.” The patient replied, “No, and if your leg were swollen I wouldn’t worry about it either.”

A well respected surgeon was relaxing on his sofa one evening just after arriving home from work. As he was tuning into the evening news, the phone rang. The doctor calmly answered it and heard the familiar voice of a colleague on the other end of the line.

“We need a fourth for poker,” said the friend.

“I’ll be right over,” whispered the doctor.

As he was putting on his coat, his wife asked, “Is it serious?”

“Oh yes, quite serious,” said the doctor gravely. “In fact, three doctors are there already!”

A pipe burst in a doctor’s house. He called a plumber. The plumber arrived, unpacked his tools, did mysterious plumber-type things for a while, and handed the doctor a bill for $600.

The doctor exclaimed, “This is ridiculous! I don’t even make that much as a doctor!.”

The plumber quietly answered, “Neither did I when I was a doctor.”

The doctor calls his patient by telephone:

“Vera, I have good news and bad news.”

“Well then, . . . tell me the good news first.”

“The results of the analysis indicate that you have 24 hours left to live.”

“Well, that’s the good news? Then what’s the bad news?”

“That I have been trying to reach you since yesterday.”

“Doctor, Doctor, You’ve got to help me – I just can’t stop my hands from shaking!”

“Do you drink a lot?”

“Not really – I spill most of it!”