i'm pretty sure that's what it means

When you are walking out to your car to get your shoes in your bare feet and you trip over that stupid plastic thing that lines your flower beds and fall into the garage door, I'm pretty sure it means your pinky toe did not make the needed elevation to clear said stupid piece of plastic.

When you come home four hours later and take the shoes off, and can't move your pinky toe or hardly put any weight on it, I'm pretty sure that means it's broken.

I really should just do away with all of my appendages and wrap myself in bubble wrap.