At the ripe age of 25, I’m about to drag crippled self to the doctor to get my back x-rayed. The title of this gives it away, but in case you couldn’t infer what happened, I, A-young-healthy-human-who-can-still-do-back-flips, FELL. DOWN. THE. STAIRS. If you know Ru Paul’s Drag Race and the iconic Death Drop, I for sure looked like that going from the top of the stairs to the bottom. Add in a few flying plates and forks and a slow “nooooooo” according to my husband and that’s the scene. Thank God my husband was home from his month long trip to save me, but like damn. I had just portrayed…