Come to think of it, that same foot was caught by the rear wheel of a car as I stepped out the back door a bit prematurely.
I had a nasty mountain biking incident in Alaska, which left me with more gravel and stones on my left side than skin. (One of the stones that lodged in my ribs was rude enough to go through my favorite t-shirt.)
A rollerblading incident did me the same favor, but to my legs.
I've never broken a bone.
Seems I've squeaked out of a near bone break this time also, but my goodness, it doesn't look happy.
Apologies for the visual display below, but I had to share.