Oh, my Doctor, he's so funny.

When I was sick a few weeks ago, I went to see my doctor. (Let's not even get into the fact that his name is Dr. HO.)

I was feeling poorly with whatever illness I had, so he checked me out, gave me my "annual" physical and said that I had no overt symptoms of anything serious, but that he could do a blood draw to check for anything more exotic. Fine, says I, poke away. He pokes, blood comes out, off it goes to be tested.
A week passes. I get a message at home to call the doctor's office. Today, I call. I get Dr. Ho himself. Him: "Hi Wiley! Yeah, I have your blood results here. I didn't find anything really wrong with you. Kidney function's fine. No Diabetes. No Anemia. Cholesterol is really good (128, with an HDL of 66, which he called EXCEPTIONAL). Me: "Well, great!" Him: "Yeah, the only weird thing was a slightly lowered white-cell count. You know, those cells that fight infection?" Me: "Uh, yeah." Him: "There are sometimes cyclical lowered white cell counts in certain ethnic groups, such as some Asian and African-American groups. Anyway, I'd like to recheck you in a month, just to make sure you don't have some kind of cancer that would be causing this. OK, see you in a month!"

My doctor. He's so funny. Ha. Ha ha.