There hasn't been any fall out yet from that strange phone call. No email from a potentail client, but no, "Ha ha, you're sprung," from anyone I know either. It's been 36 hours.
I'm going to do what the coach advises anyone who gets injured in a contact sport to do.
Keep playing. Shake it off. Take a teaspoon of cement and harden the fuck up.
TeeHee. Enough sporting cliches for one day.