My mate recently picked a new primary care doctor.
I am past seventy two he told her so to put him at ease she scheduled some exhaustive tests over the next two visits.
In summary she said scanning the final lab report, she told “it seems you are doing fairly well, for your age.”
A little concerned about that comment, he couldn't resist asking her, 'Do you think I'll live to be 80?'
She asked, 'Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer, wine or hard liquor?'
'Oh no,' he replied. 'And I'm not doing any drugs, either!'
“Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?'
'He 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,' he said.
“And do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?'
'No,' none of that either “...
Her face took on wry look at hopelessness as she lifted her eyes from her notes and looking over her the top of her glasses she asked, 'Then, why do you even give a shit?'
(I think there has to be a message for us all in there somewhere)