I think I broke or crushed my toe

I was looking for some steel wool, which John said was probably in a certain box in the mud room. Of course there was a ton of junk next to and around the box, that I was moving around so that I could pull the box toward me. One of the items in front of the box was an axe with a broken handle. It fell from the wire shelf about 3 feet directly onto my bare toes. I screamed, wailed, and cried until my family ran to see what was the matter. It has since stopped hurting in an agonizing way (about an hour later), and it is now tolerable. Of course the minute I made my way upstairs, I asked Hanna to bring me 4 ibuprofen, and that has helped a ton.

Hanna is much more empathetic and helpful than I am. She cleaned it up with betadine, gave me ibuprofen, and put an ice pack on it. (For further information, see www.hannamankus.blogpost.com, the post OOOOOwwwwwwwww, or something like that. I love her.

Here is my foot:

You can't see it really well, but it mostly landed on my middle toe and a little bit on the second toe. Please ignore the peeling polish on the big toe - unrelated.

Here is the axe: