Why do I let my Doctor put his Stethoscope on Me

Yesterday was another one of those days when my doctor demanded my presents at his surgery. Now I'm quite sure that my medical practice has run out of animals to test drugs on, you know that odd monkey or rat in a cage,  and therefore yours truly is being used as their latest guinea-pig.

After checking the bad rash on my legs, that I'm sure he caused by changing my beta-blocker tablets last time, and then proceeded to strangled my arm with his blood pressure monitor cuff, I just asked nicely, when can I stop taking any medication all together.

He didn't look up from his encyclopedia of pills and calmly said "When you're under 10 stone". I gave him a glare and reply " 10 stone, you mean10 stone - I was flipping born at that weight".

Well I did get a smile out of him and a prescription for even MORE NEW TABLETS.