Ahhhh... so lots have been asking what happened to my poor, poor foot. There is no big, fancy, heroic or funny story. Its just me. Being a klutz. Anyone can fall down the stairs. It takes special skill to fall up the stairs. My standard response is that I was responding to a flood call and was injured on the call. It is true. But I leave out the part about the flood being caused by my twins and being in the upstairs bathroom. So I run up the stairs, felt a "snap" and it hurt like the devil, but I kept going, got into the bathroom, remedied the situation, turned around and whacked two toes on the hardwood baseboard (sharp corner)... at which point I just lost all composure and cried like a school girl. Like a 3 year old...pre-school girl. I've been whining a lot. It hurts. LOL...I'm really good with dealing with pain, but this has brought me to my knees. I can only take tylenol for pain (I have an ulcer and absolutely everything makes me ill), and tylenol isn't touching the pain, so I'm just not taking anything. I'm praying that I don't fall up (or down) the stairs tomorrow at church when going up the stage steps for choir. I'm a little frightened.