Monday, April 14, 2008

Hospital Humor

Last week, after spending five hours with his tax guy, my brother collapsed when his heart ran away. Paramedics were called, a hospital stay ensued.

This morning the docs implanted a defibrillator-type pacemaker in his chest.

At his bedside tonight, I sat flipping through the brochure, looking for specs on the device. "Does it come with a warranty?" I quipped.

"Yeah," he said. "It's guaranteed for a lifetime."

Ha. Ha. My bother--he's such a card.

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