I wish I did, but I didn’t write this and I don’t know who did so I can’t give them the credit. My sister sent it to me and I love it.
I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing fairly well for my age.
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 beer, wine or hard liquor?”
“Oh no,” I replied. “I don’t do drugs either.”
Then he asked, “Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?”
“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, no I don’t,” I replied
“Well then,” he said, “do you gamble, drive motorcycles, 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?”
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