I think this is what a broken toe looks like... and feels like. I was working downstairs last night and I wasn't even moving at high velocity but suddenly there was a flood of pain consuming my body and I yelled out. Meghan, who typically takes such outbursts with... well... little regard (her mother once put Ben-Gay on her brother's leg because it hurt - it was fully broken! - I think this is her training), came running downstairs to actually check on me (thankfully). There must have been something to the tone or duration of my holler that struck a nerve (no pun intended). Now I just have to remember what it was in case of actual life-threatening emergency. Meanwhile, I'm going to the doctor because, well, it looks like my toe was colored with a purple marker and during the night I must have been stretching out my legs and toes because I moved something and I was immediately awake! Yow!
UPDATE: Ok, here's the ocular proof, which you can just barely make out - the tip of my bone has a small fracture in it (the dark spot). And pretty much no space between the middle phalange (do I even have a joint left?). Nothing to do for it, though, except buddy-tape it to my middle toe and try not to bump it or bend it for a while. Well, that and some "sympathy cookies" (ahem).