Tuesday, May 31, 2011
This set of stairs in my house is the devil.
Satan's Staircase has caused multiple injuries throughout the years. My aunt notably fell down the entire set; various extended family members have missed a few steps; and a few years ago my mom tripped on the sixth step from the bottom while going down, causing her to crash down and break her foot. My sister and I have even taken minor spills.
Just three weeks ago I broke my knee on the devil (as some may be aware of). Thankfully it's seeming to heal, but I have my good and bad days. For the most part, I'm okay.
That is, until last night: when I fell at the EXACT SAME SPOT in the EXACT SAME WAY (my foot was flat on the cursed step and then slipped out from under me) with my bum leg - in some flash of desperation I turned mid-fall so my whole left side took the blow rather than landing on my broken knee. I felt a little bit winded but I'll take anything if it means keeping my knee away from receiving the brunt of a fall.
I'm calling an exorcist.