So a few years ago, like maybe 3 or so, my brother had a friend over and we were playing a game on the trampoline called Crack the egg. It's a silly game where someone curls up into a ball and other people bounce them till they loose their grip or they let go because they've been bounced too high. Well my brother's friend at the time was the egg and we were jumping and having fun, until his back landed on my foot and pain engulfed my foot, starting from my pinkie toe. I got off the trampoline and hobbled over to my mum. She helped me strap it and told me that I probably broke it, which I believed because of how much it hurt and how much it had swollen up.
Whoever this pissed me off because my friend was having a party, a pool party at that, and I could only just walk properly, let alone swim.
Anyway, long story short, my toe never really healed properly and is on a funny angle than it used to be and is still tender at times when I walk, even though it's years later.
But today I was sitting on the couch reading the end of Percy Jackson and The Sea of Monsters when the phone rang. I got up to get it but the automin that was in front of me was too close and I kicked it, knocking the crap out of my pinkie toe. I swore rather loudly, although only the dogs were inside to hear it, and answered the phone. When mum and I finished our conversation she told me that I had to go walk our three dogs and go get the neighbour's dog and walk her too. Needless to say, I was kinda miffed because I was in quite a bit of pain and wasn't sure I could put my shoes on. I got the micropore out of the medicine draw and strapped up my toe, put the leads on the dogs and chucked on a pair of thongs (this is the Australian way to say 'flip flops').
I'm not sure I actually broke my toe but I know I probably spraint it at the very least.
Good thing I don't have to walk around a lot.