wabbit, in case anyone by now is thinking you sound like a walking hazard let me tell you a quick story about my last accident to make you feel a bit better. My favorite saddle was a Terry Pro Splitz ("was") until about this past January. The bolt that holds the clamp assembly onto the rails sheared off and,of, course, my saddle left. What then happened goes something like this (it happened so damn fast I'm only guessing, but I don't dare look for witnesses out of wounded pride): the saddle flipped nose-to-the-sky and dumped me straight down onto the rear wheel, and from there straight to the road--where it got gravity abuse a second time. Just let me assure you there is a good reason they call it a crack. I can only guess what it would have felt like if it hadn't been winter and I wasn't wearing my thermal tights! Needless to say, both my a$$ and my saddle were shot all to heck and I STILL had to get my self home. I managed to ride standing the last three miles, and I walked like a gunfighter for about a week. There were actually TREAD marks on my tush when I got brave enough to check things out and I guess I did indeed fracture my coccyx.
So don't feel bad,ok? Ice and heat, ice and heat. That's all you can do until it's better.