The medics rush Mr. Steinberg to the hospital in the middle of
the night, apparently with a massive heart attack. The doctors
work on him all night and morning and finally discharge him to
ICU, where therapy continues.

In a couple of days Mr. Steinberg's physician comes into his room
and says, "Sol, I'm happy to tell you that you are completely
well. You have the heart function that you did when you were a
fifteen-year-old lad. We're going to send you home tomorrow. You
don't have to worry about your heart; do any physical exercise
that you like."

Mr. Steinberg goes home and that evening is talking with his
wife: "Doris, you'll never believe it: I'm completely well. I
have no worries with my heart. Tonight, Darling, you and I are
going to make love like you've never had before, wild, passionate
sex....you'll love it!"

Doris thinks for a minute and says, "I don't know, Sol. I've
heard about active sex and heart conditions. I don't want it to
be on my head if you croak while we are making love. Maybe, just
maybe, if your doctor wrote a note to me saying that everything
was OK... maybe I would have such sex with you...."

Mr. Steinberg was dejected, but the next day he was in his
doctor's office; his doctor tells him, "Sure, sure, Sol, no
problem, I'll write the note. Let's see, here's my prescription
pad: "Mr. Sol Steinberg, a patient of mine, has the heart
function of a fifteen-year-old lad and can have mad, passionate,
adventurous sex any time that he so desires, signed, Dr. Aaron
Katz....... Now, I'll just address this.......By the way, Sol,
what's your wife's first name?"

"Uh, Doctor, could you just make that, 'To Whom It May Concern?"

The husband emerged from the bathroom naked and was climbing into
bed when his wife complained, as usual, "I have a headache."

"Perfect," her husband said. "I was just in the bathroom
powdering my penis with aspirin."