Have you ever noticed what happens to old people when they get sick? Their eyes begin to sink back into the head.

That happens to zombies, too. It’s happening to me even though my weight today is the same as it was a year ago. Thanks to a combination of ALS and age I have become a walking talking zombie.

Except for the walking part.

I first noticed some darkness left and right of my eyes a month or so ago. If I close either eye I can see my nose. Yes, it’s that prominent. The dark shadows to either side of my eyes have become visible to me. At first, I thought my 20/20 eyesight was moving quickly toward tunnel vision.

Tunnel vision is the loss of peripheral vision with retention of central vision, resulting in a constricted circular tunnel-like field of vision.

Uh oh.

Upon closer examination, I determined that the shadows I could see to the left and right of each respective eye actually is my head. I can see my eyeball sockets as a shadow.

Thanks to a growing array of stiff muscles combined with deepening eyeball sockets I am becoming something of a zombie; albeit with nicer clothing, less hair, and better skin.

All of us change as we age. Diseases can exacerbate physical changes, too, including weight, hair loss, agility, and, under the right circumstances, a couple of zombie-like eyeball sockets.

As much as I may look like a zombie I cannot dance as well as Michael Jackson’s zombie character in Thriller.

Too bad.