LadyNeigh, that almost made me switch! I pretty much always tuck my shirts in now. To make it worse, my trainer ran after my horse, got my "stuff," and promised me he wouldn't tell anyone. Well, the next day I was still in a lot of pain, but I swore I was getting back on, after lunging of course, and I rode for a while, but then as people started coming out into the arena, it was obvious he told everyone. Good thing we were all good friends!
I think too that I was so mortified that I did not realize that I was really hurt. About three days later I was moving a table with my boyfriend, and I couldn't breathe. Turns out I had broken three ribs too! Doctor asked me how I did it, and I got to relive it again - I was just thrilled!