Saw an old crusty man in his mid 70's today who had nothing good to say and just bitched and moaned about the three medications I put him on last year after he had a TIA. He didn't want to take them and he wanted to make good and sure I knew it. Once more, he didn't want to give me any idea he was going to quit smoking his 1 1/2 packs of cigarettes a day and no way would he quit drinking. His father quit smoking and drinking and died within a month as clear signs of complications of smoking cessation and alcohol abstinence.
While he went on his tirade I just sat there and smiled which made him mad to no end. "What the hell are you so happy about?" he said.
"Well, you're still taking your medications and still alive to complain about it. I'll see you in six months."