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Your favorite jokes about anesthesiology?
Q. What do you call an anesthesiologist in a suit?
A. Defendant
Q. How many anesthesiologists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A. I don't know, but they will need suction.
The anesthesiologist version of this creepy pick up line. Go up to someone in a bar with a handkerchief and ask them, Does this smell like sevoflurane to you?
I went on a vacation last week. I was flying coach to Florida, sitting between two large gentlemen who had apparently been traveling for 3 days straight, based on their smell. I had finally dosed off when suddenly the stewardess pulled back the curtains and frantically called out, "Is there an anesthesiologist on the plane?" to which I raised my hand, thinking someone had passed out and was in need of CPR or other life saving skills. Finally, a little recognition, I thought. She led me quickly to first class to Seat 2B where I found an orthopedic surgeon who just kept repeating, "Anesthesia, table up!" over and over again. The flight attendant didn't know what to do, so had come seeking me. After a quick assessment, I reach down and lifted his tray table up and locked it into position. He then asked why there had been an anesthesia delay and then began flexing for no apparent reason. On the plus side, the flight attendant let me stay up in first class if I would help him out whenever he called out for anesthesia. I drifted off to sleep, imagining him demanding "X-ray" when going through the TSA checkpoint.
Q. What do you call an anesthesiologist in a suit?
A. Defendant
Q. How many anesthesiologists does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A. I don't know, but they will need suction.
The anesthesiologist version of this creepy pick up line. Go up to someone in a bar with a handkerchief and ask them, Does this smell like sevoflurane to you?
I went on a vacation last week. I was flying coach to Florida, sitting between two large gentlemen who had apparently been traveling for 3 days straight, based on their smell. I had finally dosed off when suddenly the stewardess pulled back the curtains and frantically called out, "Is there an anesthesiologist on the plane?" to which I raised my hand, thinking someone had passed out and was in need of CPR or other life saving skills. Finally, a little recognition, I thought. She led me quickly to first class to Seat 2B where I found an orthopedic surgeon who just kept repeating, "Anesthesia, table up!" over and over again. The flight attendant didn't know what to do, so had come seeking me. After a quick assessment, I reach down and lifted his tray table up and locked it into position. He then asked why there had been an anesthesia delay and then began flexing for no apparent reason. On the plus side, the flight attendant let me stay up in first class if I would help him out whenever he called out for anesthesia. I drifted off to sleep, imagining him demanding "X-ray" when going through the TSA checkpoint.
