An early morning trip to the bathroom. Putting my best foot forward on the return and kicking my little toe into the door frame. Muffled expletives from my mouth and not so muffled expletives exploding in my head. And hobbling back to bed. Pain. Oh yes. Pain. Getting up about an hour later with an ache but nothing visible to indicate my earlier altercation. Getting ready for work. Gingerly inserting my foot into a sock and then a boot and going about my business. Certainly not demotivation in this case. And I can’t say it was motivation for me either. Eight hours at the coal face (metaphorically). Moving some of the time, sedentary the rest. Still feeling the pain. Home at the end of the day. Boots off. Carefully removing the sock. Bright purple bulb on the far side of my left foot. Not good. A visit to the doctor the next morning. Diagnosis: Broken.