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I fell down the stairs on Sunday afternoon. I'm still not really sure what happened. I gathered up everything I needed for swim practice, headed for the staircase, and my foot just slid out from under me. I don't know what I could have possibly slipped on. Clear cat puke? Always a possibility, I never see it till I've stepped in it. Ice melt residue? Also possible; it snowed in the northeast recently and that stuff was all over the sidewalks. I know it was on my shoes and I guess it could've created slippery patches on my hardwood floors. A bent up nail I found hours later near the top step? Maybe.

In case you've never fallen down the stairs, it's awful in every way, and I don't recommend it. Thumbs down. One star. I ended up flat on my back at the bottom of the staircase. "Am I okay?" I silently wondered. I was, fortunately, but not totally unscathed. One of my gel nails ripped off. There's now a 4 inch long bruise where my butt slammed against the edge of one of the stairs. It hurts when I accidentally bump it, or try to lean my weight on that side. I picked myself up and headed out the door to swim practice.

The pool I swim at is an hour away and the last thing I wanted to do was sit for an hour, but I needed to get another practice session in before the shoot in Mexico next week. I swam just fine, but getting in and out of my mermaid tail was a chore. I was glad when the day was finally over.

I am acutely aware that this could've been so much worse. People die falling down stairs. They break bones, they knock out their teeth. I broke a nail and got a bruise on my butt. I guess it's also a good thing that I can't even remember the last time I fell down a staircase. There were 3 flights of stairs in my old building and I never fell down even once, not even when there was maintenance being done on the staircase and the workers didn't think it was a big deal to leave us without half a step on the second floor. For a week we all just dodged a hole that could've injured or killed us. But I somehow managed to fall down a well maintained staircase on Sunday.

I thoroughly cleaned the stairs and my sneakers when I got home, and yes, I've developed what I hope is a temporary fear of going down staircases. There's so much irony in falling down in sneakers, when I've spent my whole life walking around in giant platform shoes with no issues. Keep your fingers crossed for me that I don't fall while in Mexico. I don't want my first trip abroad to end in disaster.

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