First, I am just fine and, no, my house didn’t actually try to kill me, I think 😬. I just knew when I bought a two-story house, this was bound to happen. And it finally did – I slipped on my stairs and nearly slid down the staircase 😳.
So how did it happen you ask? Well, I was walking down the stairs and I turned to say something to my sister, next thing I know my right foot slid forward while my left leg stayed behind creating a lovely z pattern with my toes facing left, my knee facing right and my thigh to hipbone connection was also rolled to the left, wedging me in the stairwell. And since my weight was on my left hip, I couldn’t pivot my left leg around and the right leg was preventing me from sliding down the stairs further, so there was no moving that leg. And that’s how I got stuck 🤷🏼♀️. Hot mess, I know 😆.
After assessing the awkward situation, I realized that I need my sister to push my upper body forward so that I could take the weight off my hip and swivel it around, hence, becoming unstuck. My sweet 4-year-old nephew “helped” lift me off my ass along with his mother. And in the end, I only bruised my knee and hip. I didn’t even pull a groin muscle, which was surprising given the odd position I landed in 🤔.
While I’m not a particularly clumsy person, I do have a foot placement problem 🤣. I have slipped down a few staircases in my time because I step on the front edge of the stair instead of stepping on the solid middle part 🤦♀️. This is the first time I managed to get stuck in the process, but if you’re going to do it, do it right 😁. I’d like to say it won’t happen again but given the fact I have sprained my ankle more than once because I can’t seem to place my feet correctly, I can’t swear to it 🤪.
So, keep me in your thoughts as I navigate a house that is fraught with danger (😱 – pause for dramatic affect) and let’s hope it’s not actually trying to kill me 😆😆😆.
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