Yes, the morning-after trip to the fracture clinic is standard practice, so don't worry too much before you know the full situation. I measured my length three weeks ago, tripping over one of those blasted metal plates in the pavement. I was battered and bruised all over, and assumed my hand was just badly bruised too, so didn't get it checked out for ten days. The day before I finally gave in and went to the minor injuries clinic, I did a couple of hours scrubbing with it (as you do). It turned out I'd broken a particular bone in my hand that often needs surgical repair, and it was put into a temporary full cast. I was worrying too, about possible surgery, about having a cast for six weeks - about nothing in the end, as the next morning the consultant decided the bone hadn't moved at all, despite my best efforts, and I've got away with a dinky hand support that I can take off for showers, hurray! My sympathy goes to all who haven't been so lucky - the 24 hours in a cast showed me how miserable that can be. Fingers crossed for you, Mildred.