Shortly after carrying out a couple of chores bright-and-early this morning, I was strolling along the Vegas strip, when - BAM! - it suddenly felt like someone punched me in the forehead with a two-ton Jack hammer!
For a second, I blacked out.
Then, in the next, I managed to hold my balance precariously as I tried to prevent my body from falling backwards off the heels of my wobbling feet.
When my eyes fluttered open a second or two later, I caught sight of the culprit, that delivered the nasty blow.
Imagine that!
I walked into a sign for a Carl's Jr. fast-food joint - crafted in metal - which was jutting out into the pedestrian walkway (and hanging low).
Ouch!
At this juncture, I was forced to return to my Hotel, to search for an ice pack and a quiet place to plunk myself down to alleviate a splitting headache that was now starting to throb at the front of my skull.
Let's hope I don't have a concussion!
One complication I don't need in my life just now.
Carl, move that sign out of harm's way, please!
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