57 Knife Puns That Are A Cut Above The Rest
Knives are one of those topics where the puns practically sharpen themselves.
Medical puns are my comfort food. I spent three years dating a nurse and honestly the only thing I retained from that relationship is an unreasonable knowledge of anatomy terminology and a Pavlovian response to the sound of latex gloves snapping. Anyway, here are too many medical puns. Some of them are genuinely clever. Most of them aren’t.
My cardiologist told me I have a big heart. I said thanks. She said no, seriously, it’s enlarged, we need to talk about that.
You’ve really got to have a lot of heart to be a cardiologist.
I’m feeling a bit neur-vous about my exam results. (Yeah, that one’s a stretch. We’re warming up. Give me a minute.)
Why do neurologists make terrible friends? They’re always getting on your nerves.
Choosing my brain surgeon was a real no-brainer.
I told my orthopedist I had a bone to pick with him. He told me to take a number, apparently that’s every appointment he has.
I can’t ear you, I think I need an ENT.
This is the kind of pun I’d text my friend at 2 AM and she’d leave me on read for six hours. Worth it.
My optometrist and I always see eye to eye. Except about my screen time. She’s got strong opinions about that.
Don’t turn a blind eye to your health.
I told the ophthalmologist I was having a hard time seeing the point of the exam. She said “read the third line.” I said “I can’t, that’s what I’ve been telling you.” She did not laugh. Ophthalmologists never laugh.
Why did the phlebotomist break up with the cardiologist? She just couldn’t go with the flow anymore.
My chances of passing the medical board feel a little anemic.
Okay, sidebar, I looked up the actual passing rate for the USMLE Step 1 and it’s like 92% for first-time US test takers. So “anemic chances” doesn’t even make sense statistically. But the pun stays. Moving on.
I’m positive I need a blood test. My doctor’s positive too. Turns out we’re both type B, which explains why neither of us is in a rush about it.
I’ve got a gut feeling about this diagnosis.
My gastroenterologist always gives me food for thought. Usually it’s “stop eating that.”
I’m breathless with anticipation for my pulmonary function test. And honestly? My pulmonologist really does take my breath away. Literally. That spirometry machine is no joke.
I just need to vent about this cough.
“Take a chill pill,” my doctor said. So I asked which one, because I’m currently on seven.
That surgeon has a real cutting-edge technique. I’M PROUD OF THIS ONE. It works on two levels and it’s clean enough to put on a greeting card for someone in med school. This is the kind of pun that pays my emotional rent.
That doctor really knows how to treat people.
What do you call a nurse who’s always there for you? A person doing their incredibly difficult and underpaid job. Also: someone who cares.
Don’t be a pain in the neck, just take your medicine.
“I told my friend I’m always positive about my health.”
“Even when you’re sick?”
“Especially then. Last week I tested positive for three things.”
That new nurse on the ward? Absolute shot in the arm for morale.
Why did the medical student fail the exam? Too many trick questions about the humerusnothing about it was funny.
Ngl, I’ve been waiting to use that one for weeks. The humerus is the upper arm bone, for anyone who skipped anatomy. It sounds like “humorous.” I know you got it. I’m just being thorough.
I’m feeling a bit rash about this decision to skip the dermatologist.
Dermatologists really get under my skin. Also: my attendance at appointments has been spotty at best. Also also: I’m itching to get a mole checked out.
(Three for the price of one. You’re welcome. None of them are good.)
Why do anesthesiologists make great DJs? They know exactly when to drop you.
I’m feeling a bit under pressure. My doctor agrees, 140 over 90.
My love for medical puns is chronic. There’s no cure. I’ve accepted it.
Doctor said my condition is acute. I said “aw, you think my condition is cute?” She did not clarify. I choose to believe it was a compliment.
THIS is an Instagram caption, by the way. Screenshot it. Post it with a selfie in a hospital gown. You’ll get twelve likes minimum.
The tumor turned out to be benign, which was a relief, because the situation was already malignant enough.
My TikTok went viral. Unfortunately, so did I, tested positive for COVID the same day. Symmetry.
Why did the doctor carry a red pen? In case they needed to draw blood.
I know that one’s ancient. I know. But it’s like a classic rock song, you’ve heard it a thousand times and you still nod along. Or maybe you don’t. I can’t control you.
Statins are a tough pill to swallow.
I asked the pharmacist for something for my headache. He said “have you tried turning off the news?” Technically not a pun. But he had a tablet for me either way.
What did the inflamed appendix say to the surgeon? “You don’t have the guts to remove me.”
Feeling a bit fractured by the news. Specifically, the news that I fractured my wrist.
My friend who freeloads off everyone is basically a parasitic organism. I told him that once. He asked if I could also lend him twenty bucks. Incredible.
I bought a broken stethoscope. Can’t say I didn’t see it coming, there were no good signs and I couldn’t hear any either.
Why do doctors make terrible comedians? Their timing is always off, they keep you waiting 45 minutes past your slot.
I tried to write a pun about the pancreas, but I couldn’t islet go without it sounding forced.
Okay that’s, yeah. That’s about the islets of Langerhans. The insulin-producing cell clusters in the pancreas. If you got that without Googling, we should be friends. If you didn’t, congratulations on having a normal social life.
The radiologist’s favorite band? The X-Rays. (I’m sorry. I’m genuinely sorry.)
My relationship with my physical therapist is strained. Mostly my hamstring.
“I think I need to see a podiatrist.”
“Why?”
“I keep getting off on the wrong foot with people.”
“That’s not what a podiatrist does.”
“I also have plantar fasciitis.”
“Lead with that next time.”
That infectious disease specialist? Her enthusiasm is contagious.
I asked the urologist if he enjoyed his work. He said it was a pisser.
This one’s juvenile and I’m not apologizing for it.
Why was the MRI machine so good at telling stories? It always gave you the full picture, in cross-sections.
This project feels terminal. Not like “dying” terminal, like airport terminal. Endless waiting, bad food, and I don’t know where I’m going.
My med school friend specializes in rectal exams. I told him his career is behind him. He’s heard that one before. He’s heard all of them before. Being a proctologist sounds exhausting in ways that have nothing to do with the actual work.
The dialysis center’s WiFi password is “kidney1234” and honestly that’s the funniest thing a medical facility has ever done on purpose.
(That’s not a pun. That’s just something I saw. I’m including it anyway because it lives in my head.)
What’s the difference between a general practitioner and a specialist? About $200,000 in student loans and a very specific opinion about one organ.
I asked a pathologist what they do for fun. They said “I usually just go with my gut, after I’ve sectioned it, stained it, and put it under a microscope.” Pathologist humor is a different species. If you know anyone in histology who laughed at that, marry them immediately.
Doctors who specialize in the inner ear really know how to keep their balance.
The nephrologist and I are kidney-ing around too much.
That’s garbage. Pure garbage. I’m leaving it in as a monument to how far I’ve fallen.
An epidemiologist walks into a bar. Counts everyone. Leaves. Publishes a paper about it.
If you made it this far, your attention span is healthier than mine. Send your favorite to someone in healthcare, they deserve a pun that’s at least as painful as a flu shot. Or don’t. I’m a blog, not a doctor.
Knives are one of those topics where the puns practically sharpen themselves.
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