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Evan Dorkin
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If you follow me on social media, you probably read about my taking a spill recently down. Yeah, another one, although it's been a while, longtime readers might remember my previous hits, including "Concrete Steps Hurt Like Hell", "Socks Are Slippery On the Stairs" and perhaps even that golden oldie, "Down The Stairs With My Baby (Cradled in My Arms)". Cripes. Anyway, this latest smash is entitled "All Tossed in The Supermarket (I Can No Longer Shop Happily)"

I wish I could say I slipped on something (a banana peel would've been perfect) and had a big ol' lawsuit/settlement coming, but it was all my fault. And it was stupid. Irrational, even. I lost track of what I was doing and walked in through the out door at the Shop-Rite. When I realized what I'd done I panicked for some reason, and instead of just turning around and re-entering the store I tried to vault the metal barricade between the entrance and the exit. The problem is I'm 59, and my panicking brain forgot about that. I caught my foot (I think, I was panicking) and landed flat on my right side. I shed skin on both palms, hurt my right arm, got a nice cut on my right calf, hit my head and banged up my hip. I was actually dazed for a moment. I don't know why my brain sent the command to jump rather than just walk somewhere. It was a fight or flight reflex that I honestly can't explain beyond wigging out for a moment. If I made the jump it would have been a silly thing to do, but no harm. I didn't make the jump, so it was a fucking idiotic thing to do.

I had therapy right after it happened and we spent part of the session talking about what happened, why it happened, what my "reasoning" might have been. I won't get into it. At least I got a few laughs out of it.

I also got a new prescription for Meloxicam from my pain management doctor, who I already had an appointment to see for more treatments for my arm. So that was handy. My pain management doctor likes comics so I explained what I did as "Shitty Batman". For a moment I thought I was a creature of the night, making some cool move, but I was actually just a schmuck on the floor. I also said it was shitty old man parkour. I stay at my pain management doctor's office extra because we get to talking about nerd stuff (D&D, mostly, this last time). I think I was there an hour, good thing he scheduled me last.

So I spent almost a week on pills and ice packs and slept a lot. I didn't get out of bed for almost three days straight except for bathroom breaks and getting food. Lives in my pajamas. Read horror books, old Harvey horror comics, posted dumb shit online and slept a hell of a lot. Winky was bored and got really yappy with me. I kept telling her to go downstairs and play with the other giant cats in the house (I read somewhere that they think cats think people are big cats, which some days I wish was true) but I forget she doesn't understand English.

(I also read somewhere that there is such a thing as depression-associated falling, which I can believe, and most days wish wasn't true).

Anyway, I got better, but it was the second time I had a not-serious health thing that laid me up and made me walk funny (the other I won't get into because it was minor body horror but majorly disgusting). I still have an ugly purple and green bruise from the fall (Marvel Silver Age colors!) and the hip still hurts but I've been getting some stuff done the past few days. I'm all done with the line art, lettering and title art for the reprint project and back on commissions. I don't really have much to do that's on a schedule, there's one small comics thing I'm doing but otherwise I'm going to put my head down for a while and push through some of the horrendously late commissions. I also pulled the first act of the Welcome to Eltingville storyboards so I can start scanning them and post then here. I made a very short video while I was coloring a commission but couldn't get it transferred to my computer even though I was following all the steps. I'll have to try again.

All right, I'm rambling. Hope everyone's doing okay, hope everyone will be okay.

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Holy crap. 17 staples. Glad it wasn't an even worse spill. Election day was a disaster all-around, hope you're feeling much better.

Evan Dorkin

Thx! Getting there.

Evan Dorkin

Hey Evan! I'm sorry you got hurt but I'm glad you're on the mend. <3

The Darksnack

I can understand being old and stupid. I am 66 and on election day, I was on a stepladder washing the windows when it collapsed. While I landed on the ground, causing only minor aches, my head hit a branch of a neighboring shrub. There was blood everywhere--scalp cuts bleed a lot. I lay on the ground, hidden from the street by the shrubs, for a little while. When I decided that I was not dizzy or blacking out, I got up and used a rag to stanch the flow. Gradually, the bleeding became an ooze and I went back and finished cleaning the window. A few hours later, my wife came home and found me at my pc with the rag pressed to my head. She immediately drove me to an urgent care where the gash from my hairline to the top of my head took 17 staples. Luckily, I still have most of my hair, so the scar is not visible, except to my barber, and on the bright side, I was distracted from everything else that happened on election day.

Daniel Theodore


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