Dewey dragged himself into his doctor's office one day looking very exhausted. "Doctor," he said, "there are dogs all over my neighborhood. They bark all day and all night, and I can't get a wink of sleep!"
"I have good news for you, Dewey," the doctor said, rummaging through a drawer full of sample medications. "Here are some new sleeping pills that were just approved. They work like a dream. Just a few of these and your troubles will be over."
"Great," said Dewey, "I'll try anything. Let's give it a shot."
The doctor gave him the pills. Dewey thanked him and left.
Two weeks later, Dewey came back to the doctor's office looking worse than ever. "Doc, your plan is no good. I'm more tired than ever!" Dewey exclaimed.
"I don't understand how that could be," said the doctor, shaking his head. "Those are the strongest pills on the market!"
"That may be true," answered Dewey wearily, "but I'm still up all night chasing those dogs and when I finally catch one, it's really hard getting him to swallow the pill!"
"Doctor Feldman! You better get into room 313 fast, the patient is acting bizarre!"
"I'm on my way!"
Entering the room the doctor sees the patient furiously tying and twisting pieces of rope together, drawn tight into a knobby mass. He seemed totally out of control.
"What are you doing? Stop that!" the doctor yells.
The patient completely ignores the doc and continues to loop and interlace the sections of rope in an intense, violent manner.
"Again, I beg you. Stop what you're doing. You're behaving in a mentally deranged way!"
To which the patient replies, "Say what you will doc, but I'M KNOT CRAZY!"
Doctor: Your Liver is enlarged.
Patient: Does that mean it has space for more whisky?
Lady (to her doctor): "What l am worried about is my height and not my weight."
Doctor: "How come?"
Lady: "According to my weight, my height should be 7 feet, 8 inches."