After two visits and exhaustive Lab tests, he said I was doing 'fairly well' for my age. (I just turned “seventy-ish").
A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him,
'Do you think I'll live to be 100?'
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?'
