That didn't go as planned!

I probably should’ve taken the hint after the first issue (assuming I can recover the video evidence).
I was “just riding along” </mtb-oz> when, without much warning, I found myself picking both the bike and myself up off the ground. In the immortal words of Pontius Pilate: “Stwike him, Centuwion. Stwike him vewy wuffly!” — and struck I was.
The damage? Hard to say for certain. I may have dislocated my thumb and had it pop back in, or I’ve given it a solid sprain — possibly even a small fracture, though I’m less convinced of that. My elbow feels much the same: somewhere between a sprain and something a bit more serious.
It was too late to do much about it at the time, so that’s a problem for tomorrow.
On the bright side, I didn’t split the stitches from the recent surgery — the thumb seems to have taken one for the team.