Medical misdiagnosis
During my physical examination yesterday, my doctor asked me about my daily activity level, and so I described a typical day this way: “Well, yesterday morning, I waded along the edge of a lake, escaped from wild animals in the heavy brush, marched up and down several steep rocky hills, charged through a patch of poison ivy, crawled out a swamp, and jumped away from an aggressive dog.” Inspired by my story, the doctor said, “You must be some outdoors man!” “No,” I replied, “I’m just a shit golfer that plays at PDF!”
