I recently went to my new doctor.
After two visits and exhaustive tests, he said I was doing ‘fairly well’ for my age.
I was a bit worried what he meant by that, so I asked him, ‘Do you think I’ll live to be eighty, Doc?’
He looked at me and asked me, “Do you smoke or drink beer or wine?”
I said, “No, nothing like that. And I don’t do drugs either.”
He looked at me again and asked me, “Okay, do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?”
said, “No, my old doctor told me that all red meat is very unhealthy.”
He looked at me again and asked me, “Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?”
I replied, “No, nothing like that.”
He looked at me again and asked me, “And do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?”
I said, “No, nothing like that, Doc.”
He looked at me again and said, “Then why do you even care?”