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 into the
ER and says his wife's been in an accident. They tell him Dr. Smith is
handling the case. They page the doctor. He 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?" The doctor 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?" Dr. Smith
says "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 feces 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. Smith
reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the shoulder.
"Hey, I'm just fucking with you, she's dead."
been in a terrible car accident. He rushes to the hospital, runs into the
ER and says his wife's been in an accident. They tell him Dr. Smith is
handling the case. They page the doctor. He 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?" The doctor 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?" Dr. Smith
says "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 feces 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. Smith
reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the shoulder.
"Hey, I'm just fucking with you, she's dead."
