I was brought up in a tough school of learning. Only twice did my Mum ever have any sympathy for me after a bad fall, and there were many!
One of those was when I had a bad concussion and her reaction was, "better get you to the Doctor." The other was after I had my teeth knocked out.
First time frightened me second time I got cross with her as I had spent all morning in the dentist with a further appointment that evening. Sympathy made me feel far worse.
We had a gypsy cob mare come in for re training. I was just 14. I was riding her and all I remember is sitting against a large old oak tree watching her brown and white butt heading towards me thinking "This is going to hurt."
I was knocked out, others caught the mare and I rode back to the stables. My teeth had gone through my top lip which was split in two. My nose was broken and I had a mother and father of a headache.
I stayed at the stables for the rest of the day. My face swelled, until I was like a balloon. When I looked down my nose I could see my top lip which had turned inside out and ulcerated.
When I got indoors Mum was at the cooker removing some fries from the pan. She had the basket in one hand with a plate under it to stop it dripping, she turned and saw me, put the fries on the table, sat on her chair covering her face with her hands peeping through her fingers and between her gusts of laughter says, "Well, you won't want vinegar on your chips! (Fries)"
I had to walk to the Docs, surgery had finished and his wife answered the door. She took one look and called out, "Darling, it's Linda, I think you ought to see her."
"Oh, what is it this time?" He called out, "Kick, bite or fall?"
I then received a lecture as my lip needed stitching and it should have been done hours before.
As children injuries were worn with pride, a broken arm or leg never stopped us from riding. Collar bones would for a couple of weeks as they were more painful.
Generally the comment from Mum was "worse to happen before you die." After my teeth incident her Mum was living with us, Mum had been sympathetic but when I went into the living room where Gran was, her reaction was "Worse things happen at sea, at least you don't drown riding horses."
I knew where Mum got it from.