It was then that my inner klutz once again took control of my body and added on to pre-existing injury.
While Tank was disembarking from his last ride, I decided to hobble over to him as quickly as possible. At that moment, a screw holding one of my crutches together popped out, causing it to collapse and sending me flying. I should note here that I was aware for most of the evening that the wingnut meant to hold it in place was gone, and had therefore acted cautiously. Anyway, it happened at the edge of an asphalt walkway, and I virtually ripped a couple layers of skin off of the middle toe of the foot in the splint. Additionally, I jammed the two bigger toes on the foot. They're both still sore and swollen -- possibly broken, I'll find out when I go to my previously scheduled orthopedic appointment tomorrow.
Although I got a script for Vicodin when I tore the calf muscle, I didn't fill it because it looked like that ibuprofen was enough to handle the pain. However, the pain in my toes right now is far worse, and I'm considering filling it today after all.