Anatomy: (n) — the branch of science concerned with the bodily structure of humans, animals and other living creatures, especially as revealed by dissection.
“To thine own self be true.”
I think the quote is attributed to Shakespeare.
Pursuing that path of candor, let me tell you that I often do a terrible job keeping up with my own anatomy.
For a season in my life, I went to the doctor regularly, as good Americans should do. It is also the only passage of time when I went to the hospital, took tons of medication and became overly concerned about my mortality.
It is also my understanding that normal people go to the dentist every six months for a good check-up. Fearing your condemnation, I must honestly inform you that I go to the dentist if I have a toothache.
It’s not that I fail to respect the complexity or fragile nature of my human anatomy. I am fully aware that disease, conditions and difficulties can arise without my knowing it from merely peering in the mirror. Cancer can even be growing in my body at this moment without me having placed an order or granting permission.
It’s just that I’ve reached a certain age … where I’ve reached a certain age.
What I mean is that in some ways I have exceeded my expectation for longevity, believing at one time that by now I certainly would have taken the “Great Leap” into the abyss.
But I haven’t.
And I do know that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life discussing medications, consulting with my doctor or going onto web sites to track my symptoms.
What do I want from my anatomy? What do I desire my body to do for me?
1. Respond to my actions.
If I eat a double pepperoni pizza, my body is allowed to have revulsion over the concept. But if I eat well, I certainly anticipate quid pro quo.
2. Help me to exercise sufficiently for a man my age without believing that a shot of testosterone will turn me into a twenty-five-year-old male stud.
3. Be so kind as to warn me before killing me.
Yes, if my body would just send an eviction notice, giving me thirty days to “raise the rent,” I would greatly appreciate that.
4. Help me learn how to do “me” better.
I’m not telling you I will never go to a doctor. But case in point: upon arriving at a car dealership, it is very difficult to leave with your old vehicle without somebody trying to either replace it or update it.
The same is true with medicine. They are good at what they do, so they find things wrong with us.
It’s just that if it isn’t a “sickness unto death,” well … maybe I don’t need to know.
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