Ever since I took a rather terrible tumble down a flight of stairs back in October, I have been particularly careful around steps. I’m a regular opponent in the ring when it comes to stairs, and unfortunately, I’m almost always the loser. Many of my friends have simply grown used to seeing me trip on the stairs, and don’t even bother to ask if I’m okay anymore; my injury is just a common event for them.
As a result, I was so careful for so long that I got just a bit too cocky. Lo and behold, I tripped on a staircase again after months of being free from haphazard bruises. What did I earn from this last fender-bender? One lovely, swollen, colour-changing bruise to my knee and some inexplicable pain in the joint between my hip and right leg. The stairs have yet again put me in my place, but at least this time I only needed an ice pack instead of a visit to the ER. This won’t be our last battle, stairs!
Emmaline is working on her BA and ambitions to become an English teacher. They always say, those who cannot do, teach. She spends her free time buying, reading, and hoarding books with the hope that one day she will have no furniture and instead only have piles of books.
