Always like to refer to the following account of "how to grow some", when looking at footballing pre-madonnas writhing around on the grass after stubbing one of their ickle toes. Get over yourselves and your bloated self-importance and take a leaf out of this man's dealings with real injuries.
Leading race one at Donington, coming out of Coppice at over 100mph, his Ducati slewed sideways and spat him unceremoniously onto the tarmac.
The next shot, of Troy in the gravel clutching his nuts, left no doubt as to what had broken his fall. Ouch. Then when a kid in the crowd asked for his gloves and Troy began to oblige (ignoring the excrutiating pain from what turned out to be a split testicle) he realised the full extent of his injuries as his mangled little finger began to come off with the glove it had been in. Double ouch. That evening surgeons removed the remains of Troy's finger. The testicle damage was so severe surgery was needed. "I've finished using it," he joked later.
Ten days later at Valencia, minus half a finger, and with a testicle so sore the team tried to buy him a cricket box before practice (they failed - no one plays cricket in Spain), Troy stuck his Ducati on pole.