Pedal-powered dialysis machines. You ask for Viagra. You get a popsicle stick and duct tape. Exam room has a tip jar. You swear you saw salad tongs and a crab fork on the instrument tray just before the anesthesia kicked in.
Tight budget prevents acquisition of separate rectal thermometers.
The company logo features a hand squeezing a bleeding turnip. Tongue depressors taste faintly of Fudgesicle. Covered postnatal care consists of leaving your baby on Mia Farrow's doorstep. Radiation treatment for cancer patients requires them to walk around with a postcard from Chernobyl in their pocket. Doctor listens to your heart through a paper towel tube.