I wish I could claim it was the result of some sort of extreme skiing accident, but the truth is rather less exciting. Climbing down from a chair in the studio after photographing pieces of my quilt on the floor, it collapsed and I smacked the top of my foot on the way down.
When the doctor who's looking at your x-ray says, "oh my, we don't see many of these", and then calls her colleagues over to take a look, it's never a good thing.
The reason for their interest was something called a Lisfranc fracture, which has the rather interesting pedigree of being named after a French surgeon (Jacques Lisfranc de St. Martin) who noticed it was common among cavalry riders in 1815 after the War of the Sixth Coalition.
A day surgery later and a handful of new metal hardware in my left foot.