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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!