Mulla Nasruddin limped into the doctor’s office with a badly swollen ankle.
“Goodness, man!” said the doctor, after looking at Nasruddin’s ankle. “How long has tit been in this condition?”
“About three months,” said the Mulla.
“Why, this ankle is broken!” said the doctor. “Why didn’t you come to me right away?”
“Well, I sort of hesitated,” said the Mulla, “because every time I say anything is wrong with me my wife insists that I stop smoking.”