As I get older, I’m beginning to think my body has been wired backward. Either that, or it’s true what they say about the advancing years becoming a second childhood.
How else can I explain the onset of some health-related maintenance needs that should have manifested themselves when I was a lot younger?
First, my body waited until adulthood before telling me that I “needed” the mumps. I guess it was Mother Nature’s way of having a good laugh at my expense. Kids look cute with chipmunk cheeks; adults — not so much.