For some reason, I'm pondering mortality today. (Well, I know why, but I can't divulge.) Anyhoo, I've been thinking about modern medicine and how many times I would have died by now if I'd been born in any other century.
The broken arm at 4? Could've done it. The multiple cases of strep throat? Yep, each time I could've died. Don't even get me started on my pregnancies and how sick I was. If I'd been able to carry the pregnancies, I probably wouldn't have survived.
Then I have to factor in vaccinations. Small pox was eradicated by the time I was old enough to be immunized. Measles? Mumps? Rubella? Tetanus? Diptheria? Pertussis? All preventable with vaccinations.
But no matter how far we come medically, we seem to be dead set on killing ourselves. Build a car to keep you safe, we'll make it go faster. Develop a seat belt? Let's cut the top off. How about roll bars and air bags? Raise the speed limit, why don't cha? We've distilled alcohol, purified opium, and rolled cigarettes. But the human race keeps on reproducing. When will we destroy ourselves in the process?
Sorry to be so maudlin today. Guess I'll just have to be glad to be here and take it one day at a time.