After limping around the elementary school, and then the middle school for two hours, while holding back tears towards the end, I realized that my toe was probably broken instead of only badly stubbed.
One trip to the ER, and a few X-rays later, I am the proud owner of shiny metal crutches.
My husband thinks I have become a self-inflicating injury hypochondriac looking for extra attention. I told him not to say things like that to a woman who has two new, long, metal clubs with which to strike him.
He's lucky that I can't chase after him! ;-)