Hospital Laboratory

The phone rings and the lady of the house answers,


“Mrs Sanders, please.”


“Mrs Sanders, this is Doctor Jones at the hospital 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 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 the NHS will pay for these expensive tests only once.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do now?”

“The NHS Helpdesk recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town.

If he finds his way home, don’t f*ck him”.