>
> Mr. Jones gets a call from the hospital. They tell him his wife's
been in
a
> terrible car accident.
>
> He rushes to the hospital, runs in to the ER and says his wife's been
in
an
> accident.
> They tell him Dr. Joe Henport is handling the case. They page the doctor.
>
> Doc comes out to the waiting room to see a terribly upset Mr. Jones.
>
> "Mr. Jones?" the doctor asks.
>
> "Yes sir, what's happened? How is my wife?"
>
> Henny sits next to him and says, "Not good news. Your wife's
accident
> resulted in two fractures of her spine."
>
> "Oh my God" says Mr. Jones, "what will be her prognosis?"
>
> "Well, Mr. Jones, her vital signs are stable. However, her spine is
> inoperable. She'll have no motor skills or capability. This means you
will
> have to feed her."
>
> Mr. Jones begins to sob. "And you'll have to turn her in her bed
every two
> hours to prevent pneumonia.
>
> "Mr. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly.
>
> "Then, of course, the doctor continued, "you'll have to diaper her as
> she'll
> have no control over her bladder and of course these diapers must be
> changed
> at least five times a day."
>
> Mr. Jones begins to shake as he cries, sobs, wails.
>
> The doctor continues: "And you'll have to clean up her faeces on a
regular
> basis as she'll have no control over her sphincters. Her bowel will
engorge
> whenever and quite often I'm afraid. Of course you must clean her
> immediately to avoid accumulation of the putrid effluent she'll be
emitting
> regularly."
>
> Now Mr. Jones is convulsing sobbing uncontrollably and beginning to
wither
> off the bench into a sobbing pitiful mass.
>
> Just then Dr. Henport reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the
> shoulder.
> "Hey, I'm just f/cking with you, dude. You don't have to worry- she's
> dead."
>
>
[This message was edited by EarlySpeed on July 02, 2003 at 02:47 PM.]
> Mr. Jones gets a call from the hospital. They tell him his wife's
been in
a
> terrible car accident.
>
> He rushes to the hospital, runs in to the ER and says his wife's been
in
an
> accident.
> They tell him Dr. Joe Henport is handling the case. They page the doctor.
>
> Doc comes out to the waiting room to see a terribly upset Mr. Jones.
>
> "Mr. Jones?" the doctor asks.
>
> "Yes sir, what's happened? How is my wife?"
>
> Henny sits next to him and says, "Not good news. Your wife's
accident
> resulted in two fractures of her spine."
>
> "Oh my God" says Mr. Jones, "what will be her prognosis?"
>
> "Well, Mr. Jones, her vital signs are stable. However, her spine is
> inoperable. She'll have no motor skills or capability. This means you
will
> have to feed her."
>
> Mr. Jones begins to sob. "And you'll have to turn her in her bed
every two
> hours to prevent pneumonia.
>
> "Mr. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly.
>
> "Then, of course, the doctor continued, "you'll have to diaper her as
> she'll
> have no control over her bladder and of course these diapers must be
> changed
> at least five times a day."
>
> Mr. Jones begins to shake as he cries, sobs, wails.
>
> The doctor continues: "And you'll have to clean up her faeces on a
regular
> basis as she'll have no control over her sphincters. Her bowel will
engorge
> whenever and quite often I'm afraid. Of course you must clean her
> immediately to avoid accumulation of the putrid effluent she'll be
emitting
> regularly."
>
> Now Mr. Jones is convulsing sobbing uncontrollably and beginning to
wither
> off the bench into a sobbing pitiful mass.
>
> Just then Dr. Henport reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the
> shoulder.
> "Hey, I'm just f/cking with you, dude. You don't have to worry- she's
> dead."
>
>
[This message was edited by EarlySpeed on July 02, 2003 at 02:47 PM.]
