City Dwellers: We Eat Concrete

I got hit by a car. While I was on my bike. About an hour ago. I’m ok. But I’m also post-adrenaline, mid-pain, loopy from it all.

Scenario: Prince Street, car edging me out, me swerving into the sidewalk, me flying over my bike: knee, pelvis, hand, chin.

I saw my chin propel to the concrete in slow motion. Couldn’t stop it, but I thought pretty loudly: “Do not hit your chin hard!” (It wasn’t too hard.)

Three men: “Are you ok?” etc.

Hands gravelly, pelvis scraped red, knee with a grand blue bump. Chin? Chinny.

My body is all wibbly. I don’t know what other word there is to describe this feeling. Woobly.