Hypochondria

By W R Jones

This entry was posted in Humor, On Suffering, Painting, Watercolor. Bookmark the permalink.

20 Responses to Hypochondria

  1. davisw says:

    I’ve always said that worrying is really just thinking through your problems, looking for solutions. But then I tried Celexa and I’m much better now.

  2. kevmoore says:

    They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, but I’m not taking any chances…if one comes anywhere near me I’m opening up with a pair of thomson sub machine guns.
    I’ve never found fruit to be anything other than a relatively soft projectile.

  3. Nice painting, Bill. Maybe you should do more art and less worrying about your health. And when you’re finished painting each day, get busy with some math problems so your mind doesn’t wander back to how many problems your body might have.

    Or you could go with Lisa to the French classes. I don’t know about you, but learning another language takes up a lot of my brain’s energy and then some.

  4. Now I don’t know why my wordpress “blavatar” is not showing up. Bother.

  5. Nava says:

    That quivering lower lip of yours – don’t you think it’s time to have it checked, too?

    Nice moody painting, by the way. You can always post a self portrait of your butt, and w’all will be happy to check it for you. After all, isn’t that what blog friends are for?

  6. bonnieluria says:

    Benign. No better word in the English Language.
    Unless it refers to a very overpriced meal, or a dating experience.

    Now if you can get that waiting for the verdict hypertension under control, you should be good for waaaaaay past Christmas and possess longevity enough to haunt other bloggers’ pages for new work for years to come.

    That’s a good study of a portrait. She possesses serenity. Any chance it’s contagious?

  7. sandyz says:

    HAHAH. I had such a good laugh reading this. I came here from Cara’s blog.

    And your painting is great! But you’re writing had me in “stitches” (yeah I thought a hypochondria like you would like that word, hahaha)…just kidding.

  8. First, this is a beautiful painting – perhaps it’s really a painting of your inner young child, pink of cheek and lip and clear eyed? Next time you go to the doctor, just tell her to give you enough sedatives to knock you out for a week and then pay extra to have her nurse come by your house on her lunch break and tell you in person that it’s all going to be okay – perhaps the nurse could be fairly well “endowed” so you could cry on her motherly bosom with joy and relief = problem solved for all future events.

  9. Bill Sharp says:

    Nice painting, Bill. You would never know from your work that your such a mess. This one exudes calm.

  10. wrjones says:

    davisw – Send me a sample, I’m up for an experiment.

    Kev – except coconuts.

    Diana – thanks. No maybe about it, I should paint more and worry less. If I could only find some posts to pull up I might be able to relax.

    Nava – Damn it, now I’m worrying about my lip. What kind of specialist should I see? I was trying to paint a self portrait when standing on the sink. Once was enough for that idea (really
    though, I’ve had a lot worse).

    Bonnie – that word is a litte slice of beauty and relaxed me up until Nava pointed out I might have lip disease. I’m good to go to harass other bloggers. Do you think you can convince Carol she should get me something for Christmas? That devil in a red dress is being stubborn.

    sandyz – Thank you, excellent play on words that has me panicked.

    Rhonda, Rhonda, Rhonda – you are talking the kind of healthcare program I can get behind. Send her over, I have a headache.

    Thanks Bill, I paint and drink to achieve the calm look. My liver is wishing I would take up knitting.

  11. Rebecca says:

    Mr. Jones, you tall, handsome thing, you…I’m glad you’re ok, although you could use a little more time at the shrink. Either that or Stand-up comedy school! (I heard that can help)..you know, Richard Lewis is a hypochondriac. Thanks for your comment. I forgot to post a closeup of Flattop Jones. I hope I have a pic of that!! Go back and check.
    Feel better, we have been doing some liver damage here too, on the Nyquil for a week.

  12. Thank goodness it’s benign!

    “Oh, oh,” is the last thing you want to hear from a doctor when they are checking you over. My Dr. did that to me once and I turned pale and almost passed out before he even had the chance to say another word. You would think they would know better.

    Beautiful painting!

  13. You need more Tootsie Rolls.

  14. gypsy-heart says:

    You are a mess, WR…but this painting isn’t. It’s quite nice.

    I am having some muscadine wine right now, as I do every night. It does wonders for the mind..makes me happy…no worrying. :)

  15. Jala Pfaff says:

    Bill, thanks for making me laugh in spite of all my cat trauma. It helps.

  16. Bill – if laughter is good medicine you’ll be my next doctor. You really cracked me up with this posting.
    As you can imagine I do my fair share of calling the doctor and asking dumb questions. I had to be wired to a heart monitor over Thanksgiving and then it took them a week to call me back with the results because the nurse was out sick (what some folks won’t do for attention) but thankfully the results said everything was just as it should be. So then that leaves me with the only other possibility, that I’m losing my mind. Thanks again for a well needed laugh.

  17. Barbara Pask says:

    So glad to hear you are ok and will live for a while. You do need to focus on your art, this is wonderful. Can you say the F word on your blog???? Well I guess you can huh? lol

  18. wrjones says:

    Rebecca – I like the way you start a comment; that is real writing. I will be back to check. You looked quite lovely yourself standing next to that evil person.

    Kim – How well I know. I still have not recovered from that “oh oh”, and it was several years ago. Thanks for the compliment.

    David – you may not have attended a top notch medical school, but you must have slept at a Holiday Inn last night.

    Gypsy-heart – no need restating the obvious here. Do you have a glass of that for me?

    Jala – what you are going through has no humor – very very sorry. I hope I can help if only a little.

    Cara – glad to hear you are OK. Stay outside the meth lab when you and your biker boyfriend are cooking. Those chemicals will mess with your heart, and lungs, and teeth.

    Barbara – thanks, me too. That F word is EXACTLY what went through my mind, so I used it here in the interest of journalist honesty. I suppose I could have said “Oh, phooy, I’m going to die soon of rampaging melanoma.” This is akin to asking Santa for a Winter Holiday gift. We don’t want to offend. Offence is so painful it turns people in to mass murderers.

  19. Bill, this looks so freshly painted! I love how you captured the expression on her face. Holly

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