Let this be a lesson to my readers (and I appreciate the both of you): do Not be around horses without proper footwear.
The fourth toe from the left on my foot on the right is missing it's toenail. The one in between Roast Beef and WeeWeeWee. I, like a carefree dummass, went to feed the horses wearing my Crocs. Mater, recently shod with shiny aluminum shoes, decided that the hay that was closest to me looked the yummiest.
I'll spare you the graphic pictures.
It turned black and gross. Aside from the initial crushing, there was very little pain. But it still looks gross.
Years ago Hank stepped on my left foot and I think he broke my big toe. That hurt lots worse than this. Once the swelling went down and the color returned to normal, that toe was never the same. Over time it became more and more stiff and painful, not wanting to bend much when I walked. Then one day Jin stepped on that same toe. Hard. It made a bad noise. I said bad words. After the required hopping around and swearing, I realized that the mobility had returned to that toe. Apparently something was stuck, and Jin unstuck my stuck toe. And it's been much better since. Both of those times I was wearing boots, and I'd hate to think how much worse it could have been.
6 hours ago