I have done something horrible to my right big toe. It's not especially bent and the skin is unbroken, at least.
Update: Swole up and purple as of Monday morning, despite the ice pack. May have to go get this looked at. /Update
Teva makes nice, minimalist sandals with nice tough soles and I wear them around the house rather than slippers. I keep them way past sensible, though; hook & loop fasterners have a definite lifespan.
So there I was, sandalled, in the basement, folding laundry, when I heard what I thought was the unmistakable squeeeeek of a door being carefully opened by a curious cat. Hands full, I dashed towards the stairs and ran up them--
And caught the flopping sole of my right sandal on the underside of the third step up, falling forward and jamming the big toe of that foor into the nose of the step. I caught myself short of a full face-plant, barely, but the toe took a lot of force.
'Cos I'm clever (and I was in the middle of finally hanging the ground mecca/grounding switch on the wall in my hamshack), I ignored it until my next trip up the stairs. It's not liking the normal pushing-off job toes are supposed to do, not one bit. The pain is right there at that important big-toe knuckle. So I'll be going to bed with a nice little ice pack.
Oh, the "squeeeeek" turned out to be the door of the dryer. The basement door was securely latched. Ever since the family cat took a short, disconcerting ride in a dryer full of clothes when I was in fifth grade, I've been worried about cats and dryers. He survived, but he was three days getting over the dizzies and he was never quite the same from then on. (And no, I do not want to hear stories that turned out worse. Please.)
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