Herman by Jim Unger for October 06, 2024

Poor Larry

Larry’s HMO has its premiums paid by direct deposit prearranged at the bank, so…everyone’s happy. Larry…not so much.

Another dubious diagnosis.

I think you need a new Doctor

Larry’s old liver doesn’t have to work so hard now.

All that thinking and worrying distracted him, and he was hit by an truck while crossing the street.

I think Larry is getting a second opinion.

The only good Larry is a dead Larry. ~ Fred, Larry Hater Extraordinaire

Echoes of the greatest line in theater: “He says he’s not dead.” Holy Grail

My M-I-L called me one afternoon and said she had died earlier that day. Yes, really!

Headstone: “See. I told you I was sick!”

The first main problem here is the doctor is sharing other patient information. I work for an insurance company and that breach of private information is a problem.

Death=cure all!

Larry thinks he’s dead? Certainly shortens his grocery outlay.

Aha! Death . . . The sure cure for everything.

And the physician THINKS himself competent.

He’s taking a year off dead for tax purposes.

No “Hippa” restrictions??

No he’s not. He’s pining for the fjords.

Not that far. . . . .

Dang, now he can’t charge him for all those tests and the drugs.

The worst kind of hypochondriac.

I expect Larry is only mostly dead.

In my experience with doctors, it’s just the opposite. Depending on their specialty, time after time they make unfounded diagnosis. Every symptom I may have they attribute to what they specialize in.

No thanks to you Doc.