Something to think about

Rico says his father, who's actually well over eighty himself, forwards this one:

I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and exhaustive lab tests, she said I was doing fairly well for my age. (I will soon turn sixty-five).
A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking her: "Do you think I'll live to be eighty?"
She asked: "Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer, wine, or hard liquor?"
"Oh, no,'" I replied. "I'm not doing drugs, either!"
Then she 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.
She asked: "Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?
"No," I said.
She looked at me and asked: "Then, why do you even give a shit?"