Mulla Nasrudin limped into a doctor’s office with a badly swollen ankle. “Goodness, Man,” said the doctor, after looking at Nasrudin’s ankle, “how long has it been like this?” “About three weeks,” said the Mulla. “Why, this ankle is broken,” said the doctor. “Why didn’t you come see 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.”