I recently picked a new doctor. After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing fairly well for someone who just turned sixty.
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 alcoholic beverages?”
“Oh no,” I replied. “I’m not doing drugs, either.”
Then he asked, “Do you eat steaks and barbequed ribs?”
I said, “No, my other 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 don’t,” I said.
He asked, “Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?”
“No,” I said, “I don’t do any of those things.”
He looked at me and said, “Then why do you give a shit?”
