But my dad and his creepy smiley face isn't the subject of this post. I thought I'd put it up here as a comparison since, if I actually have some of his genes, apparently I too will look like the Crypt Keeper but will still keep kickin' it well into a ripe old age.
But then there's my mother's genes. Her and her family's history of longevity isn't so robust.
I may be swaying towards daddy's side though...
My recent blood work came back and it seems really glowing. Apparently the magic of modern pharmaceuticals is working. My A1C is what makes me most proud...5.8. That's only 0.1 higher than a non-diabetic person! And the best of it...I'm not even trying! I eat whatever and whenever including pizza, ice cream and of course lots of pasta. I have cut down on drinking a lot, as you know, but I still have about eight drinks or so each week.
Now, am I saying I'll best my pops and make it past his current age? Um, no. I don't think I'll even see my eighties. But I had wondered for quite a while there over the past decade or two whether I'd outlive him. He drank more than I ever did I would guess and of course he also smoked like a chimney, which I NEVER did, so he indeed has some iron clad constitution.
Looking at him now, I doubt he drinks or smokes anymore. But then again, he's always been a rebel. He's fucking Kid Chase, Baby! Maybe he still gets a six in every now and then and a pack or two.
I worry about my piddling little pussy disease of diabetes. Maybe he's got the Big C. Well he always thought my mother's father staved his own bout with that off for years with his drinking, maybe that's his remedy for his own?
Well cheers to you, ol' wrinkly corpse lookin motha fucker! I'll raise a glass to that dear ol' dad!