To never clean the fucking stairs ever again!

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So, I was finally getting round to cleaning the house after DCs have gone back to school and starting to dust the banisters. Someone knocked at the door, I turned to go down the stairs and fell onto my foot/ankle.

Cue total potty mouth swearing. Not sure I have ever said so many "Fucks" in a 60 second period.

Now sat on the sofa with a bag of sweetcorn over an enormous egg-sized lump on the side of my foot. Fuck it hurts.

So would IBU to never clean the stairs and banisters again?

I know I shouldn't laugh but that was funny, hope it wasn't a cold caller and something important

No - don;t clean them, they don;t need cleaning.

I had an egg like that come up on my ankle/foot when I tore a ligament (also falling down stairs), - you might want to get it checked - it was painful for about a week (sorry- probably not what you wanted to hear)

Oh nasty, foot needs to be raised - stick a cushion or two under it. Only leave the sweet corn on for more than ten minutes at a time.

Unfortunately, though tempting not the fault of the stairs or bannisters. You need to strengthen your ankle, when healed google 'ankle exercises', simple things like going up on tiptoes, then bending your knees with a straight back.

As a dodgy ankle sufferer, I sympathise.

YANBU.

You have my sympathy.

I was hoovering the stairs the day before we went on holiday. For some reason I thought I was on the bottom step, but I was on the third. I stepped down backwards, expecting to be on the floor, and realised I was on another step, lost my balance and fell and landed on the floor. Luckily, I landed on my feet and didn't hurt myself, but I could easily have hurt my ankle. I gave myself a real fright and realised I could have ruined the holiday!

Hope your foot is feeling better. and

It was the (very nice looking) interiors chap who had just been measuring my bedroom and sitting room windows for curtains. He had finished and left but had left his keys behind on the hall table so came back to get them.

DH came rushing though (he is WAH today) in response to the clatter and fucks. I waved him at the door. Then DH and (lovely looking) chap just hovered, looking at me - on the fucking floor in a totally useless and pointless flappy way.

I suggested they just find the chaps keys and I would be fine just staying put on the fucking floor...humiliation. They hovered. And flapped. I am remarkably proud of myself for not yelling "Just fuck off and find the fucking keys so chap can fuck off and I can wallow in pain and humiliation without a fucking audience."

Fuck. It hurts. Humph.

A quick update....it is bloody well broken. Went to see GP about something else this morning and he insisted on having a look even though I said it was just bruised. He said "Nope, Fish, that looks pretty much like it is broken...off to X-Ray with you."

5 hours later I am home, with a plaster cast from toes to knee and a set of crutches. 6 Weeks.!

Fucking stairs. Still covered in dust and dog hair. Hurumph

Ouch!! I wouldn't hoover the stairs ever again either lol. You have my sympathy x

Im sorry, I hope you are not in to much pain - however, you have just made me cry laughing. Im having a shit day so thank you :)

get well soon and step away from the stairs.

I am glad I cheered your day pinkbraces - almost makes it worth it .

Just to cheer you up even more I just tried to go up the stairs....not enough strength to use my crutches so I shuffled up on my bum. On the dog-hair covered stairs.

Got to the top. With my crutches. Sitting on the floor. No idea how to get up. At all. Stuck. On my doghair covered arse.

Had to call DH in the end to hoik me back to standing position.

at the update! I wonder how long you'd have left it if you hadnt been at the GPs anyway

DH says if I hadn't had my appointment with the GP he would have taken me to A&E last night - apparently he had strong suspicions yesterday but (probably rightly) knew I wouldn't let him take me to A&E with appointment due.