I was running to fetch a network cable and USB zip disk so that the weekly ECE seminar could go on as scheduled. That running jarred loose my left big toenail, which as been black since my last section hike a few months ago. I dumped the toenail into a trash can along with pistachio shells from second lunch, figuring that old dead toenails don't make for a good keepsake.
After three big stubs on one day, you're so angry at yourself that the pain doesn't really register. Next time I go hiking, I'm just going to smash my toes with a hammer before I leave and get it over with. Or maybe have them surgically removed.