Saved son, broke toes
One a recent holiday in Egypt I was sunning myself by laying on an inflatable rubber ring in the pool, it was our first full day there. The Egyptians are clearly not overly concerned with comfort as the floor of the pool seemed to be laid with what I can only describe as coarse sandpaper.

Mrs BinDipper decides to wade out with our son and sit him in my lap. Two year old boys are not know for their stillness and he and I both capsize immediately. In my eagerness to save my son from drowning, I pushed my feet to the floor with too much force, cracking the toes of my left foot and then dragging them along the surface trying to haul him back up.

My son is saved, but the pain in my foot is more than I've ever experienced in my life. I look down and can't see my feet because of the volume of blood. Imagine the scene from Pirahna.

Back on dry land, I'm terrified to look at the remains of me toes and Mrs BinDipper is too squeamish to examine me. There's no way I'm going to the doctor because the bill will me massive, so I do what any stiff-upper-lip brit would do and close my eyes, put a sock on and try and ignore the pain.

Later that day I work up the courage to take a look. 3 missing toe nails, the other two cracked to pieces, huge pieces of skin missing and suspected 3 broken toes (2 eventually confirmed).

Never known pain like it, but 5 days later I was scuba diving with flippers on and everything.
(BinDipper, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 13:31, 3 replies)

God damn.
(Croque Monsieur, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 13:34, closed)

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My son jumped on my feet on holiday two years ago. Why do kids keep treading on our toes? That evening the big toe went purple and was painful to say the least. The toenail finally came off in February and the replacement is not up to much either.
(mersault, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 13:34, closed)

Mon the Brits

(hairybuddha, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 20:43, closed)