So i asked my doctor if he had something for wind. He gave me a kite.
My doctor told me my illness was out of control and that i only had 4 minutes to live. I asked if there was something he could do for me. He said a boiled egg.
I went to the doctors and said "i cant stop singing the Green green grass of home".
"Your suffering from Tom Jones Syndrome". "Is that common?". Its not unusual
I went to the doctors. Doc, there's a lettuce leave growing out my arse. Your mistaken surely sir. He looked and was astonished. That's nothing, its just the tip of the iceberg
Re: bad wind
I take it your childhood playing doctors and nurses didn't pan out so romantic eh!