I broke my big toe, and dislocated my thumb. Right foot, right hand. At the same time, in the same incident.
This is not the first time I have managed something this clever, I once broke my little toe, and dislocated my pinky. Right foot, right hand. Same time. Same incident.
Oddly, as sore as my toe was initially, it's my thumb that is giving me the most grief. Which is odd when you consider I walk 10km (6miles) or more every single day. But, there it is, now the swelling is gone, or at least mostly gone, my toe is good, unless I kick it. Then I cry. Right after I swear. A lot.