Broken

So Friday evening I call a local thai eatery and place an order to pick up. I knew it was time to eat and that my blood sugar was getting low, so I thought I'd walk a block and a half to pick up some thai food and everything would be square.
Well, one forgets how fast the effects of low blood sugar can sometimes hit you. I got the the restaurant and got my food without incident, but on the way home... I felt my knees start to give out. That's never a good sign. When I have severe low blood sugar while walking, that's the first thing that goes. It hasn't happened that often... maybe 7 times in my life. I've had my juvenile diabetes since I was a juvenile. I got it 18 years ago. yikes.
Anyhow - I'm walking with Arlo AND a bag sack of thai food while my knees are giving out. My only goal is to get home and eat to correct my low blood sugar. At some point along the way I injured my foot. I honestly cannot remember how it happened (since my blood sugar was low) but when I finally got home, ate and had a chance to look it over I thought it was broken.
All under my big toe and along my arch was swollen and getting bruised (and it hurt like hell). I thought something was broken for sure.
I finally went to the hospital last night. Nothing is broken, just a sprain and a twisted muscle. I'm on Motrin. Motrin. That's it. Dammit.