The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, "Hello".
>
> "Mrs. Ward, please."
> "Speaking."
>
> "Mrs. Ward, this is Doctor Jones at the Medical Testing Laboratory.
> When your doctor sent your husband's biopsy to the lab yesterday, a
> biopsy from another Mr. Ward arrived as well, and we are now
uncertain
> which one is your husband's.? Frankly the results are either bad or
> terrible."
>
> "What do you mean?" Mrs. Ward asks nervously.
>
> "Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the
> other one tested positive for AIDS.? We can't tell which is your
> husband's.
>
> "That's dreadful!? Can't you do the test again?" questioned
Mrs.Ward.
> "Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive
> tests one time.

" Well, what am I supposed to do now?"
>
> "The people at Medicare recommend that you drop your husband off
> somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't
sleep
> with him."