Broken toe

Did I happen to mention I broke my toe on Sunday? Yes, again. At least I think I broke it, well... fracture is probably a more appropriate term. Of course, I don't know for sure because I didn't go to the doctor. I've learned from past experience (when I broke my little toe and it stuck out at a 90 degree angle and I went to the ER only to have them tape it up to the next toe and it never healed right and now 2+ years later my toe sticks out at a 45 degree - remember that Melissa?) that there is really nothing the doctor can do about such a situation.

Now, this is about the 3rd time I've broken a toe. Well... four if you count that time I got drunk and woke up with one broken. But of the three times that I remember, it all happened the same way. I have this problem. It's like my toes are magnetically attracted to furniture. They slam together with the force of high-field magnet and you can literally hear the CRACK as the bone snaps. I keep hoping that I'll break my freaky toe next, so that maybe it will heal with less of a bend and I won't have to search high and low for sandles with straps in just the right place to hold in my crazy toe. But no. I'm an equal opportunity toe breaker.