Worry, worry, worry

45 in a few months. Muscle tone finally going in the upper arms; hair growing fastest on the my earlobes and in my nostrils; my head is a permanent eyebrow display unit; I need my specs all the time (although enjoy not wearing them in order to be surprised by things/people I may encounter) and I fear that all my teeth are about to fall out. Andre, my dentist, says they won't, but falling-out teeth - along with falling out in general - are in my genes and I think they will. 45 in a few months. That really does feel old.