Myasthenia Gravis Support Group
Myasthenia gravis (MG) is a neuromuscular disease leading to fluctuating muscle weakness and fatiguability. The hallmark of myasthenia gravis is muscle weakness that increases during periods of activity and improves after periods of rest. Although myasthenia gravis may affect any voluntary muscle, muscles that control eye and eyelid movement, facial expression, and...
A family had just bought a new "talking" car--the kind that say, "you are running out of gas" ---in the middle of the night---on a lonely road--- and scare you out of your wits.
All the new gadgets and controls were fascinating for the little girl in the family, especially those that controlled the moon roof. Open, closed, open, closed, partially open, closed, etc. until the father had to sternly reprimand her.
The little girl turned to him with a puzzled expression, "Won't the lady like it?"
(no, carla, the lady didn't like it :-) !) b.
All the new gadgets and controls were fascinating for the little girl in the family, especially those that controlled the moon roof. Open, closed, open, closed, partially open, closed, etc. until the father had to sternly reprimand her.
The little girl turned to him with a puzzled expression, "Won't the lady like it?"
(no, carla, the lady didn't like it :-) !) b.
Guess who is in the hospital. Sick people!
Told this one before, but there was a man who was in a horrible accident. It tore off his whole left side. He's all right now!!
After the game, Dad asked Joey how he liked the game. Joey said, "It was ok, but I don't understand why the coin is so important." Dad asked "Can you explain why you said that"? Joey said " Throughout the game, I kept hearing the announcers saying that both teams should be trying to get the quarterback!"
How many Swedes does it take to grease a Combine?
Only two, if you run them through real slow.
(It's a cold night here in mn/wi, so a little silly youtube humor will do just fine)
"Put this little gadget over your left eye, Ole," said the optometrist. "Not over the right eye, over the left eye. No, Ole, I said left eye. Now right . . . No Ole, your right eye!"
Completely confused, Ole just looked at the optometrist.
"Now, Ole," the optometrist continued, "just remember which is your left hand. Okay, Ole, cover your right eye . . . No Ole, that's your left eye!"
Finally in exasperation, the optometrist took a brown paper bag, cut a hole in it, put it over Ole's head, and moved the hole back and forth from the left eye to the right eye.
"Now, Ole," asked the optometrist, "How is that?"
"Vell, Doc, I guess it's all right," said Ole. "But I vas vishing I could have some wire rims like Sven."
To keep the doctors from trying more treatments.