I went to my doctor the other day and said to him that his car was giong to break down and I said we will do tests on it which are costly time consuming and it was going to have him sit at the garage for weeks on end with the worry of the unknown, Can you imagine what he said to me? As soon as I said, "Your car is going to break down," the doctor's expression changed from concern to utter bewilderment. His eyes widened, and he let out a deep sigh. "You know, I've seen some weird patients in my time, but this takes the cake. You're telling me that my car, which I've been driving to work for years without any issues, is going to suddenly break down... and you want to do tests on it?" He shook his head, chuckling. "Let me get this straight. You're saying that I'll have to waste my precious time and money on tests, and then I'll have to sit at the garage for weeks on end, wondering what's going to happen to my poor car?" He paused, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know what? I think I'd rather deal with a patient who's got a mysterious rash on their face than have to deal with this car-mageddon scenario." He grinned. "I mean, can you imagine the conversations I'll have with my patients while I'm sitting at the garage? 'So, Mrs. Johnson, how's your blood pressure doing today? Oh, and by the way, I'm just waiting for my car to be fixed... again.'" He burst out laughing. "I think I've reached a new level of medical professional stress. 'Car- induced anxiety disorder' has got to be a real thing now!" The doctor's rant didn't stop there! Here's a continuation: As he continued to chuckle, he said, "And you know what's even more ridiculous? The tests we have to run on patients! 'Let's run a battery of tests to see what's wrong with you...' No, let's just take a guess and hope for the best!" He rolled his eyes. "I mean, have you ever seen a patient's face light up when they find out their test results are normal? It's like winning the lottery! 'Oh, wow! My blood work is fine! I can finally breathe again!'" He shook his head. "And don't even get me started on the outcomes. 'Your test results indicate that you have... (dramatic pause) ...a mild case of hypothyroidism!' Wow, that's a real thrill-ride. I'm sure you're just on the edge of your seat wondering what your thyroid levels are doing." He grinned mischievously. "I'm starting to think that we should just give patients a random diagnosis and see if they like it. 'Sorry, it looks like you've got a rare case of... um... 'Lettuce-induced anxiety disorder.' Yeah, that's a real thing... I'm pretty sure." He chuckled. "I mean, can you imagine the conversations at the dinner table? 'Honey, how was your day?' 'Oh, you know, just got diagnosed with Lettuce-induced anxiety disorder. But hey, at least my blood pressure is fine!'" He laughed out loud. "I think we need to start a new medical specialty – 'Lettuce-induced anxiety disorder treatment' – and I'll be the leading expert in the field!" You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Who knew that being a doctor could be so entertaining? You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Who knew that predicting a car breakdown could be so entertaining?