The good news is, my knees are better. Hooray! The bad news, well . . .
After some research and probing, what I thought was a pulled muscle in my side now seems more likely to be a hairline fracture on the left upper rib cage. Since I have no health insurance (and I can tell you from past experience fractures and breaks of this type don’t always show up on X-rays anyway), I can’t say with absolute certainty. Then again, I could shell out money to the doc only to be told what I was told several years ago:
“Yeah, appears to be broken/fractured. Take some pain relievers, rest it and try using heat and a pillow. Taping? No, taping/wrapping are not recommended anymore, good luck! Oh, and here’s my bill.” 😉
(OK, he didn’t actually hand me the bill then and there, but I did feel worse after I saw a list of the charges.)
Hey, I know it could be worse. And it’s not going to kill me, it’s just gonna continue to hurt a lot at times. The weather is about to turn cooler and wet for a few days, too. This will not help.
Obviously, I need something–or someone–to take my mind off it all.
So I thought of the wonderful sunny-smiled, sweet-natured, funny, cheeky, hopeful romantic Harry Kennedy, one of the first RA ChaRActers I discovered after meeting him as Sir Guy of Gisborne in Robin Hood.
Harry, an asylum for the spirit, a balm for the blues; Harry, the frown-flipping antidote to a bad day.
We Need a Little Harry Right Now
the pain is diggin’ in — I quic-kly need a fix!
it’s the anti–dote to what is ailin’ me–
Now . . . .
I need some sunny Harry right this very minute
A smile that simply dazzles, so much sweetness in it
Yes, I need a little Harry, right this very minute
I need some Mr. Kenn–e-dy!
I–need–the Jumpered One
all co–zy, striped and ve–ry cud-dl-y
tall, lean and lan-ky
with a gorgeous smile that is just–for–me NOW
Yes, I need some gorgeous Harry, right this very minute
A heart that is so lovely, so much goodness in it
Oh, I need a little Harry, right this very minute
I need some Mr. Kennedy!