What did I do this time, you ask?
Well, yesterday... I fell down a flight of stairs.
I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but then again, falling down the stairs does not require a degree in Rocket Science. I've given it some thought, though, and I've narrowed it down to two possible scenarios:
- I wasn't paying attention and misjudged where the stair was, or
- The staircase shrunk slightly at the exact moment that I stepped down.
I'm thinking the latter of the two is the more likely situation.
Either way, down I went, sliding down the staircase on my right ass cheek. In the process of hitting all 9 stairs before I hit the bottom, I threw my cellphone clear across the room, kicked off both of my (hard-plastic soled) slippers, and took out a couple books resting on a window sill at the bottom of the stairs. Once I hit the floor I rolled away from the stairs, and sat there for a minute or two.
A quick self-diagnosis revealed that other than a pair of bruised heels, a sore ass cheek, and an over-extended right knee, I was no worse for wear.
We've all heard it said that you learn something new every day. Yesterday I learned that while it is much quicker to go down a flight of stairs on your ass, it is much safer to go about it the old-fashioned way... One foot at a time, and with one steady hand on the railing.