Monday, January 25, 2010

Me Maintenance

Of all my friends, I'm the hypochondriac. The guy who sees a tumor when there's a pimple, pneumonia when there's a cold, a possibility for early death due to an aneurysm. Hey, I can't help it. I try to placate my fears by hitting the doctor every so often and pointing out everything that looks peculiar. Today, I've scheduled a dentist and doctor appointment in an effort to kill two birds with one stone. I'm asking about cosmetic dentistry possibilities. BD has already requested I not get the Mr. Ed package. I'm prepared for the miscellaneous wait and am prepared with my PSP and iPhone Kindle Reader. My fingers are crossed that any fears I have are again, unfounded.

Keep passin' the open windows...

- Mobile post from my iPhone

7 comments:

Caspar608 said...

a horse is a horse of course of course unless of course that horse is...YOU.
Leave the veneers alone. Your teeth are YOU...they add character.

Ty said...

LOL at Mr. Ed. I'm always about do what makes you happy as long as it doesn't hurt anyone but feel weird about plastic surgery/physical enhancements etc. It just makes me question, when did just being naturally human (traits) stop being good enough? Why do we all claim that we want to be different but try to manipulate ourselves to look even closer to a "standard look". But again, if that's what you want.

Toy Couture said...

I'm a hypochondriac also...severly!!..I've learned tho as long as I stop googling every single new ailment I won't self diagnose..LOL....Love your blog!

yet another black guy said...

Please don't do anything drastic. But post pictures if you do LOL!

Cocoa Rican said...

Well, they're having me wait and talk over some options. Not to worry I'm not pulling a Kenny Rogers. Welcome aboard Toy.

Caspar608 said...

you arent so much a hypochondriac as you are hypercritical of yourself. I wish you would stop.

It make it harder on those of us who arent as perfect as you.

LOL.

Besos.

Cocoa Rican said...

Cas...I love ya'...make sure we make that reservation to be in the same home when we're old and rockin' in our chairs...we'll have an easier time filling in the blanks.