Ben and his sharp-tongued wife, Chloe, visited a psychiatrist because Ben was overwhelmed with stress.
The doctor asked, “When did it all begin?”
Ben sighed. “Every morning I look in the mirror and see a miserable, exhausted man. I feel like I’m living with a ghost.”
The doctor nodded sympathetically and reached for his notepad.
Before he could write anything, Chloe interrupted.
“Doctor, save the paper! He doesn’t need therapy—he just needs to put on his glasses.”
The doctor looked puzzled.
Chloe grinned. “That ‘sad ghost’ he sees every morning is me, standing behind him… holding the credit card bill!”
Moral: Sometimes the real diagnosis is much closer than it appears.
