At a recent checkup with my doctor, he asked all of those usual questions.

Did you fall down within the past year? Shortness of breath? How far can you walk? Then he started with the alcohol.

“Do you drink alcohol?”

“Yes,” I said.

“How often?”

“Every day.”

“How many drinks?”

“One martini at 5 o’clock,” emphasizing the one.

“Vodka or gin?”

“Gin.”

“What kind?”

Now I’m starting to get a little uneasy about this line of questioning.

“Bombay Sapphire,” I answered.

“Isn’t that Bombay Sapphire great stuff?!” His tone immediately changed. “I worked my way through medical school as bartender. Keep it to one Bombay martini a day,” he said.