I broke my hand last summer, because of a berry-picker in a Volvo 855 coming around a bend on the gravel road I was working on! He lost control and went into a spin, hit the front end of my truck with the back end of the Volvo, spun around and hit the front wheel of my truck which caused the steering wheel to spin around and hit me with the brodie knob... He was pretty lucky I managed to stop the 50-60 tons of gravel and steel I was driving BEFORE he hit me!
The berry picker was from Thailand, didn't speak a word of English and had been sent of in a car without an MOT test by some ass of a boss...
My hand still hurt after 2 days so I went to the clinic and was sent 70 kilometres to get an ex-ray on a Friday around 2 pm, took them 20 minutes to ex-ray and then I was told to wait in the emergency room for a doctor to check it. At 8 pm I hadn't heard anything so I left and went home.
Five days later I receive a letter from a doctor saying: Yeah, that's broken you better come back here and get a cast.
So I went and got that done and walked around with a cast for four weeks feeling handicapped every time I tried playing a game or working with tools... Showering sucks but its a lot easier then when I had plaster over my whole left leg up to and over the knee after breaking that a couple of years ago.
Here's a bonus picture of my swollen hand, I went full dinosaur pinching evrything with a thumb and a finger.