We’ve just read in the Guardian that today is reckoned to be the most depressing of the year. Gosh. If you are sitting in a puddle of seasonal misery and wretchedness, this may cheer you up:
I recently changed primary care physician. After a comprehensive history and physical exam and a bunch of lab tests, she said I was doing “fairly well for my age.”
I did not like that comment so I asked her: Do you think I will live to 85?
She asked: Do you smoke tobacco or drink alcohol? Oh no, I replied. And I don’t do other drugs either.
She said: Do you have many friends and entertain frequently? I answered: No, I usually stay at home and keep to myself.
She asked: Do you eat rib eye steaks and barbecued pork? I said: No, my other doctor told me all meat is unhealthy.
She asked: Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling? No, I don’t, I said.
She persisted: Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex. I said, No, I don’t do any of those things.
So, she looked at me and said, then why do you give a (expletive deleted) whether you will make it to 85?
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