Broketoe Mount-ow!

I'd never broken anything before. That's because -- aside from a few traumatic near-drowning incidents and a tragic slip-n-slide accident -- I was basically the safety police as a child.

As an adult, I think I most feared a slipping in the bathroom-type accident. You know, those close call moments when you step out of the shower, your foot slips a bit, and your life flashes before your eyes.

"This is how I die," you think.

And then a split second later the moment has passed and you put some damn clothes on.

My bathroom slip kind of snuck up on me. Ok, the floor was wet. But it was probably the dancing and being a slightly drunk at the time that did me in. And I didn't even have time to think. I was just suddenly on the ground. At the time, I didn't even realize that I broke my toe. It wasn't until I got up the next day and basically tried walking and decided this was definitely ER-worthy

And that's how I lost my broken bone virginity.

Highlights:

• The only other person in the ER waiting room with me and Duncan was a woman with her son. When her name got called, I saw that she too had a foot injury. We both chuckled at that.

• Nice drugs. Germany's not big on super duper painkillers. But everytime I've gotten something nice, it was from the ER

• I got to bite down on a stack of gauze while the doctor reset the bone (the closest I'll ever come to time travel... because it felt like I was in 1865) 

• People asked a lot of interesting questions like: "I thought you didn't feel it when you broke your toe,"; "Did you kick it on a door, the bed, or the sofa?"; "Do you have something in your shoe?"

X-ray after the jump... because pics or it didn't happen