Haha! I sometimes contemplate this and consider whether life is still worth living despite this fact. It is.
You are eventually going to stub your toe again on a very hard surface and it's going to hurt a lot.
You wear your shoes 24/7?
Want real fun? Stub your big toe in the middle of the night. Think, “Hey, I think it’s cracked.” Tape it to the next toe (ring toe?) and put on your shoes so it doesn’t jostle. Wait until 8:30 a.m. so you can hobble to the “doc-in-a-box” just a couple of blocks down the road. Find out their X-ray machine is down for the count. Hobble a mile to the next nearest doc-in-a-box. Get the X-ray and informed that, yes, the thing is broken, you did the right thing taping it up, and here’s the bill. And don’t forget to come back and see us in a month to check your progress.
Pfffft!
When I broke my toe falling downstairs, first thing the doctor said to me was “what were you doing running around the house with no shoes on?”
Peoples is weird
Not only have I stubbed my toe :smack: , I’ve dropped a wooden chopping board on it. :eek:
The toe nail soon fell off … but it grew back! 
I danced en pointe with a broken little piggy* one time. Luckily it was my non-dominate foot.
I did have to go up on it a few times, it was excruciating. It was a somber piece called ‘Night Colors’. Our faces were to be bored looking. No smiles. When I got off stage the back stage director chewed me out for smiling. I wasn’t smiling I was wincing in pain.
*I broke it playing leap frog over standing persons. Us dancers could leap high and land softly, until I didn’t. Ouch!!
Everyone is just a toe stub away from being a crazy person that yells at inanimate objects.
Is it OK if I do other stuff while waiting? I plan on dying someday, but I’d rather it not be of boredom.
A few years ago I kicked a wall in anger, initiating a four week episode of horrible gout pain. I learned from that and have not repeated the experience.
Yes. 
Wait…that gives me a glimmer of hope. Where is my duct tape? 
As I tell everyone who comes to me with some little physical complaint:
Have you ever snapped off your wrist bone? No? Then shut up.
“Hey Annie, my Dad’s being a bit annoying…”
Are both your parents dead? Then shut up!
“This Soup tastes foul”
Are you starving to death? Then shut up!
“I’m a 55 year old woman and I can’t get a seat on the bus because 2 younger women are sitting down”
Are both your legs broken? Then shut up!
A preacher friend of mine once told me “Cursing does have its place. When you stump your toe on the coffee table in the middle of the night, fiddle-dee-dee just doesn’t help much!”
As my dear mother used to say, “when you fall down and break your leg, don’t come running to me!”
Regards,
Shodan
OP: Are you actually Ed Glosser: Trivial Psychic?
Later today, I will be stabbed in the Achilles tendon by the unclipped toenails of a close-following dog. Bet on it.
So you call a toe truck. What’s the big deal? 
I can beat that one. When I was a teenager I got pissed about something while in the garage and I kicked the wall in anger.
While barefoot. :smack:
Big toe through ring toe punched a hole in the pegboard and kept going. Little toe got to meet the 2x4 stud holding up the pegboard and stopped. :eek: I had to go to the emergency room for that one. At least I got out of PE for 3 weeks.
Very Forrest Gump…
I once kicked a door in frustration and ended up losing a toenail. It took weeks to grow back. That was not fun.
Did you ever stop and consider that maybe, just MAYBE there are people out there with injuries or ailments worse than a snapped wrist bone?
Did you ever have a seizure? Did you ever 3 in one day, puke all over your bed, and wake up covered in bruises and completely confused?
One of these days, you’re going to mention your poor little wrist bone to someone with a prosthetic leg, a kidney transplant, a cancer patient, or Parkinson’s disease, and you’re going to seriously regret it.