A brunette walks into a doctor’s office looking distressed, limping slightly and wincing with every movement. She plops down in the chair and says, “Doctor, I think something’s seriously wrong with me. My entire body hurts—literally everywhere I touch!”
The doctor raises an eyebrow. “That’s quite unusual. Everywhere?”
“Yes!” she exclaims. “Watch this!”
She gently touches her left shoulder—screams in pain.
Touches her right hip—shrieks.
Pokes her ankle—cries out.
Presses her forehead—yelps.
The doctor, now both puzzled and intrigued, watches carefully as she continues this dramatic, painful demonstration.
“I can’t even scratch my nose without feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck!” she moans. “What kind of horrible disease is this?!”
The doctor leans forward, taps his pen against his notepad, and asks calmly, “Miss… are you really a brunette?”
She looks a bit confused and hesitates, “…Well… no. I dyed my hair last week. I’m naturally blonde. Why?”
He smiles, puts down his pen, and says, “Ah, I thought so. There’s nothing wrong with your body…”
“…Your finger is broken.”
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