Thanks to the outrageously expensive miracles of modern medicine, our average life expectancy is increasing. Not surprisingly, so is the number of centenarians. But is it natural for humans to live that long?
Think of a '57 Chevy. You can drive that baby for decades but at some point the odometer triumphs, things fall apart and you become a regular Car Talk caller.
Isn't it similar with our bodies? I'm a '46 model and frankly, I need more than an oil change to keep me breezing down the turnpike of life. Luckily, there's a multitude of replacement parts available. New hips. New knees. New face. Mr. Potato Head come to life.
A recent article in the New York Times said that people over 65 are a prime market for plastic surgery. The article said that in 2010, approximately 84,685 procedures were done on the geezer demographic. Apparently a professional can lift just about any body part the patient asks for.
Me? Breast lift, please. And while I'm under, check the jowls. I long ago waved the white flag at that enemy called gravity but maybe it's not too late to sneak up on it with a bit of a nip/tuck.
What brought this on? I was speaking with a man today who claimed to be 90. Great posture. Thick white hair. And his face? My linen shirts have more wrinkles. Boy, would I like a dip in that gene pool.
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