Death By Slippery Stairs

Okay, I've never lived in a house w/ an upstairs. I've never wanted to, in fact I like boycotted it @ first.
But lucky me, when we moved into this new house I got the attic. AKA, the only upstairs room in the house.
Yayyyy...
(Must I say "not" or did you catch that sarcasm?)
So today I'm walking down stairs to go eat din-din and, BANG, there goes my right sock covered foot off the wooden stair. Not a second later was my other foot joining its friend Mr. Right.
And I was like:
"Oh, Gee, wow. Now I know what B***** feels like when she tells stories about taking a tumble down her stairs."
Though her's are carpet (and super steep).
"Bang, Boom, Bang, Bang, Boom!!!!" There I go. And shit did it hurt.
So know I type this was a bruised back and uber-stiff codo (<~~~ I pay attention in Spanish class!!) (For those of you who don't know codo means elbow... I think).