The little toe of my right foot meets my wooden bookcase at an awkward angle. I hop around swearing and cursing the dog while opening the door for her. She vanishes into the spare room to sleep there. I go back to bed. I gently rub my toe to try and stop it hurting. It's wet. I turn on the light. It's blood. I hop through to the bathroom to try and find a plaster.
Have you ever tried to put a plaster on your little toe when the damage is at the base of the nail? It's near impossible. I finally managed to get something that at least stops blood going all over my sheets. It still hurts like buggary though. I attempt to sleep.
The dog comes back into my room and promptly falls asleep under my bed.