Yep, this.
I broke my leg in three places when I was about 12 (got run off the road into a ditch by a car when I was riding my bike).
It hurt a bit, but I didn’t know anything serious until I tried to stand up. Then it turned into a compound fracture.
It hurt like hell. For a long, long time.
Say, you could hire yourself out as a magician’s assistant.
Had my jaw broken in two place, in surgery. I was wired (like splinted), so I didn’t get a lot of late damage and sharp pain. In that sense, less disruptive than apendicitus surgery, which did cause soft-tissue injury: from that, I can remember the fear of laughing or coughing or sneezing or rolling over.
What I remember from the broken jaw is that whenever the pain killers wore off. I became very angry and intolerant. Even at the time it was happening, I was amazed at how short my fuse was.