This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy had roast beaf
This little piggy had none
and this little piggy went “Wee wee wee!” all the way home.

I do believe my toe — the poor piggy who had none one (right foot) — is broken.

I’m a clumsy, clumsy girl. Sigh.

But what does one do about a broken toe, other than limp? Not much, I am guessing.


  1. Be nice to it, and if you like you can alternate between applying ice and heat. Oh, and Ibuprofen(tm) is good stuff too (but don’t over-do it).

    Or you could consult with someone who has actually studied medicine…:)

    Ok, I admit, I’m stuck trying to picture how one breaks a toe playing the oboe, but it’s likely a lack of experience on my part…:)

  2. Let’s see … I was angry at a reed and in my anger I threw the oboe at my toe?


    It had nothing to do with oboe. I just rammed it into something. Hard. It’s a lovely color. Truly.

  3. Oh. Thanks for that image. I definitely needed to be thinking about a broken toe. Excuse me while i writhe in pain…

    They do make splits, if it’s really bad. My relative who happens to be a doctor says to find a doctor who you didn’t meet secondhand over the internet if pain meds don’t work. Ibuprofen or acetaminophen.

  4. …and here I was looking forward to working on the next Oboe Challenge(TM), which feat of derring-do might result in the fracture of (one or more of) my pedal appendages…oh well.

    I don’t believe I’ve ever broken a toe, but I’ve sure stubbed the heck out of ’em one or twice (possibly more, even) to where I thought they was done broke.

  5. While someone here at home might disagree with me, I’ve decided this one isn’t broken, Tim. Just stubbed it pretty badly. At least that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. 🙂

  6. As you may have forgotten, I’m the expert on breaking toes… broke one in high school, went to camp the next week, saw the doctor after returning, and found out there was nothing to be done. Then, while favoring the one foot, broke a toe on the other foot. Talk about clumsy! (Hope yours is better now)

  7. Carolyn, I managed to stub another one at 3:00 AM when I came out to the family room to get my warm blanket. Wouldn’t ya know? So now I have to “ouches” but no, I’m not gonna go to the doctor. (I thought you broke your feet, not your toes!)