I'm falling apart

[primsong]

I suddenly feel as if my warranty is running out on my body or something. I go to the dentist who tells me I'll likely need a crown on a tooth this year because it's cracking. Then my glasses break (thankfully I have my backup pair until I get them fixed). Tomorrow I go to a foot-doctor because I apparently now will need orthotic inserts in my shoes thanks to my arches giving out on me. My neck is getting more turkey-like and my hands are freckling and getting that 'old' look.

What gives? Hey! Body! I'm not done with you yet, thanks. C'mon - we should be getting more mileage than this. :-p

I haven't really mentioned any of it anywhere but here, however... somehow I can grumble here and it doesn't count. If I grumble out loud to my Real World people I feel like I'm *also* turning into one of those old people who are always reciting a litany of all the things that are going wrong with their body whenever you talk to them. Bleah!

So, what body part is falling off/malfunctioning/needing replacement in your version of The Human Body (tm) today? Let's hear it! Alphabetically, if need be. Are you practically bionic or still mostly organic?

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[primsong]

I always like to think I'd be one of those people who can just let their hair be whatever color it naturally will be... but then I started getting these wavy white hairs popping up and I found myself wanting to pluck or dye them. My own vanity is apparently kicking back harder than I expected, lol... I like your solution, dye until there's enough of it that it isn't so speckled / partial and then let it go.

Ah genetics - I much as everyone hates the idea of a Superior Race and all that, you have to admit there would be advantages to getting to cherry-pick your genetics for aging at least. ;-)

[lurkingcat]

I got to my final year at university with my natural hair colour intact and then I got so fed up with the assumptions that people make about each other based solely on hair colour that I decided I'd try not being blonde for a few months.

Being a cautious soul I went out and bought some semi-permanent dye - enough of an experiment to get an idea of what it was like but not enough to get stuck with it for a long time. Or so I thought.

The semi-permanent dye turned my hair a mousey brown and in a fit of final-year-of-freedom rebellion I stopped out to the chemist and bought some permanent dye...

It's been black ever since and I've found that I really like it that way :) Although my inner teenager still wants to try dying it electric blue from time to time!

My Mum looked great with grey hair and even better now that it's gone snowy white, so I will probably stop dyeing mine eventually.