If I haven't mentioned it before, I will now. I hate stairs. I know this is a bit hilarious seeing as we live in a 3-story home and have stairs galore. But yesterday's incident clenched the deal for me for sure! As we were packing up the Fall Decorations and getting ready to decorate for Christmas, the stairs decided to reach out and bite me. Yes I said bite me! When it comes to stairs I don't have a lot of confidence when it comes to walking down the stairs anyway and I always try to do it without having to carry much with me. (Maybe this comes from the fact that I have fallen down stairs three times before and each time was due to me carrying something and missing a step!) However there are times when one is trying not to fall that maybe they overcompensate and feet just slide out from underneath you. This was apparently the case yesterday afternoon. I was carrying a very small box, the last of the Fall Decor and next thing you know I was all twisted up with feet and legs going every which direction and broken glass. My poor husband was on the third floor when this happened and came rushing down the stairs to check on me. After I got past the pain and nausea, I was able to limp over to my chair. My left foot is the one that took most of the punishment and it was the one that immediately began to swell. So I iced it on and off throughout the rest of the day and promptly downed 4 advil.
Today it is very sore and I am pretty certain that at the very least one of my little toes is broken (ironically the one I broke in Jr High). The rest of the foot is just badly bruised and I have some very sore muscles in both legs. I am praying when the time comes for Matthew and I to actually own our own home it will not have stairs of any kind! I nice ranch style will do just fine for me!
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