I'll be honest about my age - I'm approaching the big 4 o. I'm older than many of you whippersnappers, but younger than several of you lovely ladies, too. However, the aging has begun.
We all know the signs of aging - wrinkles, weight gain, memory loss, thinning hair (for me at least), and hot flashes to look forward to. But I had a new one thrown at me when I saw my doctor last week. While I was there, I asked about a mole that seemed a little odd.
Not a mole! - he tells me - That's an age barnacle!
A WHAT? He informs me that they are hereditary - great, so I could get more. His voice fades out as I picture myself covered in barnacles and it really doesn't look pretty.
He "comforts" me by telling me that they can be frozen off. They are officially called seborrheic keratosis and shall henceforth be known as that by me.
So, now you have been disturbed and learned something new at the same time. I aim to please!
I better go watch Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest to see some of the fellas on Davy Jones' ship - for a preview of what I might look like in 10 years, covered with seborrheic keratosis...es.