‘We all get addicted to something that takes away the pain’

 

Mr. Armitage has the power to make me as happy as a fluffy kitten with its favorite toy.  Just sayin’ . . .

I was on the run, caught in a maze of long, crooked, dimly light corridors, trying to get away from the faceless guy who was chasing me. I swung around a corner when a secret panel popped open in the grey wall. Bill Nighy stuck out his head. “Here, use this,” he said in a whisper, before handing me a stack of yellow Post-It notes and disappearing as the panel closed. I threw the notes at my pursuer and—-

Wham! I woke up cocooned in my bedclothes on the floor. This happened a couple of nights ago.

The fall didn’t do any more damage to the wrist, which has made a marked improvement since the injection almost two weeks ago  (for this, I am most grateful). However, the old pleurisy adhesions which had already been plaguing me, plus a new condition I believe is costochondritis (a painful inflammation of the cartilage connected to the sternum) didn’t much approve of my nocturnal exploits. Let’s just say I’ve had an uncomfortable couple of days.  This, too, shall pass.

Why I dreamed about Bill Nighy (a favorite character actor of mine, but I haven’t seen him in anything recently) and sticky notes as a weapon, I have no idea.  I think the whole thriller scenario and being chased has to do with too many bills and not enough money. At least they haven’t literally starting chasing me; the phone, email and snail mail messages are quite enough, thank you.

Richard Armitage, I’m hurtin’ and feelin’ old and tired and so broke I can’t afford to pay attention . . . take me away. The muscle relaxers and aspirin can only do so much to soften the pain and lift my spirits.  The heating pad helps, but it’s not anywhere close to being as appealing as y0u, alas (maybe if I had a cover with your photo on it? Hmmmm . . .).

 

And even if can’t afford to indulge in DVDs and books and other Armitage-related stuff this year the way I would love to, oh, the goodies I can snaffle from FB, Pinterest, fellow bloggers and other places. Armitage fans believe in sharing the wealth, bless their besotted little hearts.  Some of my recently found favorites . . . Richard’s glorious smiles in Thorin’s guise, the ponytail and crinkles, the Tongue of Concentration, the humor,  the focus, the sweetness, the hands, the EYES.  It’s all good. I may be in physical pain and feeling stressed and worried, but I can and I do also count my blessings . . . and one of them is Richard Armitage. ❤  There’s bang for your buck even when you aren’t spending any bucks! 😀