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I Feel Bad About My Neck, Redux
A tip-of-the-hat to my favorite writer
One of my favorite authors, and possibly favorite gone-too-soon persons, Nora Ephron, wrote about her life. Of course, much of the work was in a more relevant, purchasable form in articles, books and films. But Nora and I share something in common with many women, and men, too, who wake up one morning and find something has happened to our body that didn’t seem to be there the day before: odd wrinkles.
Chuckle, if you want, and think as many of us do about those furrows between our eyes that dermatologists and now dentists work feverishly to fill or kill with Botox. Who thought we’d pay someone to inject a toxin into our skin? Don’t we work hard against toxins with all manner of medications? No, not those forehead wrinkles whatever the technical term is for that mark of worry. I’m talking about the wrinkles you never expected or conceived would cause concern. Allow me to be more precise.
Our skin, the largest organ of our body, is more of a bag that holds everything in place. Kind of like a gigantic rucksack for the body. Everything in place and things are great, but beneath the skin are the hidden bits of something that can cause concern.
Sure, plastic surgeons concentrate on those cords in our neck (not really cords at all) or that gobbler so many develop (does everyone…
