Had an accident with a couple of pills I thought was Aspirin today, which turned out to be something utterly different. I sure did feel great though, when I found myself hunting Kung-Fu raccoons out in the woods. Somehow I managed to find my way back to town and the shelter/hospital, where I chanced upon Dr. Wilde.
She gave me an exam, some food and drink, and ordered me to bed to sleep off what she suspected was some kind of opiate that I had taken thinking it would do my headache well.
I guess it did, in a way, since when I woke up hours later I had no hangover from the pills, felt decent enough to go down and start sorting blankets and make Welcome Packages, while hoping I hadn’t made a total arse of myself with the good Doc earlier.