I tripped (as in stumbled, the distinction being important because IS Alembic, after all) down stairs.
My toe became lodged between the juncture of the tread and the bottom rail of the bannister, but my bulk continued falling - flailing madly - to the landing below, leaving my toe behind (to my surprise).
We're bassists, so I'm sure most of you want to see pics, right?
WARNING! Not for the squeamish!
http://m.imgur.com/44DU2Ls (Sorry about the dreadful foot hygiene, but I had just chased my Golden Retriever through the backyard, barefoot, so we could take a bath together - an event that still hasn't occurred, come to think of it)
The gods smiled upon me, though. I looked down, once, and decided not to do that again. I went to my happy place to avoid shock, and my toe and I went to the ER (I told the EMTs the ambulance was now a toe truck), where we were reunited by the state's leading orthopedic surgeon, who happened to be operating on another clumsy oaf at 8 A.M. on a Sunday morning.
Within fifteen minutes I was off to wherever Michael Jackson went, while the surgeon stitched me back together.
His work is worthy of Michelangelo. The nerves grew back. I have 100% nerve function. The toenail grew back. The only sign of the injury is a tiny, barely visible scar and a very stiff joint (I mean toe-knuckle. There's that distinction again).