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I’ve decided perhaps I should start a photo log. Of what? Of the flights of stairs I fall down. Because I fell down some stairs AGAIN yesterday. (Note to newbies: I fell down the stairs at my house twice recently, once carrying my infant son.) I was leaving work and it was raining, which I stupidly am not used to anymore at all. The shoes I’ve been wearing since I moved here are flat flat flat AE clogs, with no grip whatsoever. If it is even possible that it will snow, I bring my snow boots, because I can’t walk in anything slippery with these clogs on. Anyway, I am walking to the parking garage next to my building, and I have no problem until I reach the stairs. I get to stair number two, and my feet slide out completely from under me and one of my shoes flies down the stairs and I drop my purse and say an expletive more loudly than I normally would. This jerk student was just leaving the stairs at the time and didn’t even stop to see if I’d broken a bone.

Then the best part… This dude was walking toward the stairs after me holding what I guess was his daughter. She was probably four. He hurried ahead to see if I was okay. I was like, “Yeah, thanks…” Then when I got up to get my shoe and purse, I fell AGAIN! I walked like someone crossing hot coals to the parking garage in my wet clothes and felt like crying out of (a) humiliation and (b) my anger at the universe for being so mean to me. Of course, today it’s funny, despite the continued back injury that is starting to affect my life and the gross looking bruise/scrape on my forearm, which was scraped through a denim jacket AND a sweater. Fun.