stairs: 4, jamie: 0

Yes, I fell down the stairs again. Just to recap my previous death matches:

First, I slipped down the stairs just after Liam was born, while I was holding him, only a few weeks old. I had to take all the impact in my back rather than drop him, which began the juicily delicious chronic back pain I've had since.

Next, I fell down the same stairs running down to bring medicine to one of the boys. Took the impact on one side of my back mostly, to avoid spilling medicine. Note to self: wiping up medicine is better than further damage to back.

The last encounter I had was at school. I was going to my car in the parking garage in my slip on brown shoes with the slickest bottoms ever, and it was *gasp* raining, one of the few rainstorms we actually have here per year. As I am now unaccustomed to the rain, I wasn't taking care, and my feet flew out from underneath me on the incredibly sharp concrete stairs going into the parking garage. That one provided some awesome scraping and bleeding in addition to the putting a cherry on top of the back injury.

So last night, after downing some Nyquil and falling asleep on the couch, I awoke at around midnight and came out of a stupor to head down to bed. No socks this time, which I blamed on my falling on the carpeted stairs the last two times. Nope, this time, it was just my bare feet. And the added bonus this time? I slipped on like the second stair, which means I slid down probably eight to ten steps, again on my back.

If anyone's got any spare Vicodin, send it my way!