Lynn, bingo. I fell down last month and achieved my first-ever black eye, along with four stitches on the bridge of my nose, and some part of my brain was busily making notes of the whole thing, for the next time I beat up Lois in a story...
PJ
p.s., I'm fine; it looked a *lot* worse than it was... I think my poor husband had a harder time of it, feeling guilty since I'd been helping him at the time I fell. And you know Clark would be consumed with guilt, too...
