My pinkie and ring fingers on my right hand were fractured once when I was turning out a weanling back in 1998. He was feeling frisky and decided to take off before I took the lead rope off his halter. The rope slid through my hand and it was the knot at the end of the rope that did the damage. I didn't realize I was injured that bad at first. I went and caught the colt and got the lead rope. Then I fininshed morning turn out. At that point my hand was hurting pretty bad and I told my co-worker what happened. He suggested I wrap my hand with some cotton between my fingers. At that point I was near tears and when he saw me struggling with the cotton he thought that maybe it might be worse than "Serena hurt her fingers". He called the division manager and I was taken to the clinic where they did x-rays and saw the fractures.
The doctor was a bit of a dimwit, IMO. At first she didn't want to believe that I had fractured fingers because I wasn't showing any pain. What did she want? For me to be writhing on the ground screaming?
Yeah, it hurt but I wasn't going to go around blubbering like an idiot. It takes a lot to make me cry anyway. I have a pretty high pain threshold.