I recently picked a new doctor. After two visits and exhaustive Lab tests, he said I was doing ‘fairly well’ for my age [I just turned 60].
A little concerned about his comment, I couldn’t resist asking him, ‘Do you think I’ll live to be 80?’
He asked me, ‘Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?’ ‘Oh no,’ I replied. ‘And I’m not doing any drugs, either!’
Then he asked, ‘Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs? ’ ‘Not much’ I replied. ‘My former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!’
‘Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?’
‘No, I avoid the sun as much as possible,’ I replied.
He asked, ‘Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?’ ‘No,’ I replied. ‘I’m being extremely careful.’
He looked at me and asked, ‘Then why do you even give a shit?’
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