Have a nice Trip?

Usually, when someone poses that question to me, they are asking about drugs “Nice trip?” them. “Oh, God yeah” me. Sadly to me, but much to the delight of some (Joe) who love to laugh at the misery of others, today’s question posed refers to an actual fall I took outside of Wildflower Bakery. I have been ill for days now and feeling woozy to say the least. I was picking up sandwiches for me and a co-worker and a nice fresh squeezed cup of OJ for my medicine instead of that insipid grapefruit juice that I have lately begun to loathe. Wildflower sandwiches are very large and in large containers. Balancing 2 + a glass of juice, already woozy and trying to dodge traffic = recipe for disaster my friend. My ankle went one way and my body went a totally different way. I frantically tried not to drop the food when luckily a pillar colliding with my head broke my fall. It is amazing how much help the nearly 25 people outside of Wildflower did NOT offer me! Not even a single “are you ok?” “Am I ok? No!!! My temple just smashed into a wall, I can’t hear anything, the world is getting closer then farther away and I think the shooting pains might be from a loosening in the skull.” Disoriented and miffed, I did what anyone else in my position would do - got back into my car and drove away.