First of all, what is it with my family and feet? I sprained my ankle a few years ago, my dad broke his ankle a few years ago, my mom broke hers this summer, El Chico got a foot infection last summer, I dropped a car seat on my foot this summer, and El C dropped a wooden chair on his foot today. If we were serious about health we might consider having our children's feet prophylactically removed at birth to avoid all this pain and trouble.
Anyway, we spent about a million years waiting to get in to see our doctor (however it had the distinct advantage over the ER of not having any gunshot wound victims waiting along with us), but the toes are not broken and El Chico doesn't need stitches. He did mash up the nail on his ring toe nicely, though, and we're going to have to soak his foot in warm water twice a day until it's better. So the whole day was a big waste of time, but I'm glad I went and it was nothing instead of not going and regretting it. But I'm extremely glad I didn't go to the ER. I don't know of any urgent care clinics here.
I am exhausted. Did I mention that we now have DVR (the cable system version of TiVo)? So I'm going to write my Ask Moxie, then drink a glass of wine and watch two episodes of the British What Not to Wear in 35 minutes total and then go to bed.