I\u2019m a frog! Lounging in a pan of water over a lit burner on a gas stove. Everybody\u2019s a frog. It\u2019s just that for us old guys (*) the water is warm enough to notice, unlike the water that people in their twenties and thirties are swimming in. As you age, the temperature rises, but so slowly you don\u2019t notice it at first. I never felt the change; I just lounged and luxuriated in this unique envelope we call the human body. [Did I lose you? Stay with me; I probably have a point to make, but won\u2019t know for sure until I finish scribbling on this piece of paper while I sit in McDonalds, nursing a \u201csenior\u201d cup of coffee.]<\/p>\n
Every once in a while, you get a hint of what\u2019s going on, that rise in water temperature. Those acrobatic maneuvers you pulled off in your teens turn into a disaster when you try them later in life. In my case, it was a running flip in the backyard at my oldest daughter\u2019s fifth birthday party. The next day I was introduced to chiropractic medicine. I felt the water go up a few degrees. A few years later, those three sandwiches I had for lunch, every day since high school, started producing a \u201cbeer\u201d belly; the increase in temperature had slowed my metabolism. It does this to everyone. If we fail to recognize it, we end up on that TV show, \u201cMy 600-LB Life.\u201d <\/p>\n
Oh sure, there are (or will be for you youngsters) early signs of the predicament we\u2019re in, but for the most part, they appear and then quickly are forgotten, except when a milestone birthday comes a knocking. That 30th birthday was a shock to me; I never saw it coming. I grew up in the hippie era, when we didn\u2019t trust anyone over 30. Now, I was one of them. Forty came so fast after that I was reeling. Then I realized that the horror of all horrors loomed ahead. FIFTY! The end of life. <\/p>\n
But, the inevitable happened and I slid past the half century mark, babbling inane statements like, \u201cFifty is the new forty,\u201d or \u201cI don\u2019t feel any different than when I was in my twenties.\u201d That\u2019s what happens when the temperature of the water heats up so slowly. It hides the fact that your goose (frog) is getting cooked.<\/p>\n
BAM! The next milestone slams you against the side of the pan, your first social security check. You sense a little more heat. You make the mistake of looking in the mirror, not the quick glance from afar that you usually take, but up close under bright lights. You wonder, \u201cWho is that guy\u201d? But, you get distracted; you look down and notice that the nail on your big toe is orange, distracting you from further study of the image in the mirror. You don\u2019t notice that your ears are bigger than they used to be, as is your nose. Both are sprouting a forest, but you don\u2019t see it. You also don\u2019t realize that when you walk down the sidewalk, it\u2019s not in a straight line. Or, admit that you must sit down to put on your socks; otherwise you will topple over. And, many of \u201cmy\u201d people, realize what a mistake they made when they encourage their wife to have cataract surgery. When she came to in the recovery room she covered her eyes and yelled, \u201cWHO IS THIS PERSON.\u201d <\/p>\n
At this point in life, the water has passed the tepid mark and \u201cOuch\u201d becomes your favorite word. One day it\u2019s your knee that causes it, the next, it\u2019s a crick in the neck that prevents you from turning right on red, because you can\u2019t look left to see if anything is coming. How about that cramp in your leg at the movie theater? It forces you to leap out of your seat and into the aisle to kick it out. You get a look from the people around you that says, \u201cIs this guy possessed?\u201d I have to stop here. Just writing the word, cramp, caused my hand to do just that; I can no longer hold my pen. It\u2019s also getting a little warm. <\/p>\n
(*) Guys in this context, applies to both sexes, as approved by the usage police in 1993.<\/p>\n