Before I get urgent phone calls from people who usually worry about me (yes, Mom and Dad, I know you do it only because you love me, and even if I don't show it I still appreciate it) I AM FINE. Back to the stair allergies. It's true. I fall down them with a frequency I'd rather not mention. Yesterday evening, as embarrasing as it is, I misplaced my foot and fell down (oh horror) down about two steps on our wood patio. My ego was not bruised, I have very little. My ankle however got twisted for the umptienth time. Second time in four months, at least. Painful as it was, I know what to do in this situation. I slapped my trusted ankle brace on, and went to sleep, thinking that if the pain does not go away by the morning, or it will swell up I'll go to the ER. Well, there was no big swelling or visible bruises, but it was still unpleasant to step on my foot. I usually know where it supposed to hurt with ankle sprain, this time I had an additional spot. I've decided to