I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two
visits and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing 'fairly
well' for my age. (I just turned sixty-something.)
A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist
asking him, 'Do you think I'll live to be 80?'
He asked, 'Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer, wine or hard
liquor?
'Oh no,' I replied. 'I'm not doing drugs, either!'
Then he asked, 'Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued
ribs?
I said, 'Not much... my former doctor said that all red meat
is very unhealthy!'
'Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf,
boating, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?'
'No, I don't,' I said.
He asked, 'Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have lots of
sex?'
No,' I said . . .
He looked at me and said, . . . 'Then, why do you even give
a shit?
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