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The setting: Busy day in the Infertility clinic

The characters: One clueless doctor, one nearly thirty nulliparous lady

Doctor: So, Mrs. X.... (rustles some paperwork). The treatment we have been giving you has worked, your hormone levels are now normal. (beams proudly at patient). It's now up to you and your husband to get pregnant.

Mrs X: Oh....

Doctor: Yes. Uh, how often do you and husband have sexual intercourse?

Mrs. X: About 10 times a month.

Doctor: That's about 2 - 3 times a week. Not too bad. Just keep on doing, what you are doing then.

Mrs. X: But doctor, I have no desire anymore! What do I do?

Doctor: (Although has always considered herself fairly open about sexual matters and can make sex jokes in front of her parents, suddenly finds herself flustered.) Well, uh, you do what you normally do... what you did when you first got married...uh, we don't have any female Viagra.

At that moment of time, Doctor could not think of any decent ways to suggest to patient on how to get herself off, what with Doctor herself hardly being an expert in the uh, practical department. A doctor does not need to have cancer in order to advise paients on the treatment of cancer, but you do understand, of course, that some things require some personal experience in order to talk about it without sounding like an idiot.
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Setting: Labour room

Characters: One male doctor, one woman in labour

The scene: Tiny woman, with cardiotocography monitors strapped to her very pregnant belly, writhes about on the bed with the pain of each wave of contraction, kicking one of the nurses in the belly in the process.

Male doctor goes to see patient to gain consent for a Caesarean section. As doctor leaves patient' bedside, Woman in Labour says in high-pitched voice, "Ooh, that doctor's very handsome."

Now if only Woman in Labour would meet Mrs. X.

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