Self Discovery

"Doctor," she said, "I have a problem with my lungs."

"First of all," I replied, "I'm not a doctor. Second of all, I don't know anything about lungs."

I hung up the phone and went back to reading my book. However, a thought just came to me. Slowly, I looked down at my book. I closed the book and looked at the front cover. Sure enough the book was titled How to Cure People, Volume VIII. I looked up at the wall. There was a piece of paper in a frame with some fancy looking seals on it. I mulled on it for a few more minutes, sipping my vodka and milk.

"Well I'll be damned," I said aloud. "I am a doctor."