Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-3146930-20140729033956/@comment-3146930-20140729193109

ChishioKunrin wrote: One night when I was in high school, as I was leaving my bathroom, I was suddenly stricken with some kind of paranoid panic, so I leaped through the doorway right after I turned off the light. I landed directly on the tips of the toes on my left foot like a ballerina. The problem is, ballerinas exercise the hell outta their toes to make them support them.

I heard a pop, and there was some pain in the middle toe. I thought I had just popped the joint in one of my toes. So I took a step forward, only to realize that really, really hurt! I limped to a chair and sat down to look at it. Then I remembered that people in movies usually ask "Can you move it?" to check if it's broken. I slowly bent my toes until my toe popped again and hurt really badly again. I immediately thought "Nope, not doing that again."

When I woke up the next morning, my toe was all black and purple. I had broken it. At the hospital, they told me that when I bent my toe, I had accidentally set the bone. Yay for accidental first aid!

Thankfully my mom is a nurse, so when I broke my toe she didn't take me to the hospital because she knew it would be a lot of money to have them tell me that it would eventually heal by itself.

Just to continue the theme, I was carrying a large storm window and for those that don't know, glass can be very heavy. When trying to put the storm window back in the frame, I put the bottom corners in first and started to try and get the top in. However when moving my hand, the bottom slipped out and the entire weight of the window fell on my single left big toe. It hurt a lot and to make it worse, I drive a manual car so I kept having to push the clutch with that foot every time I stopped or went to change gears, which in a residential neighborhood is a lot apparently.