My broken foot came with no owner's manual.

After mulling over the Thursday x-ray results, I decided to go pay a visit to Dr. W- to get some details sorted out.  Do you know what you do when you start to compile a list of questions?  You research on the internet and add to that list. 

Dr. W- came in, pulled up a chair and knew we were in for a lovely chat. 

"Is my foot actually healing?"

"No."

"Um, okay." 

:insert look of concern, confusion and oh crap:

He went on to tell me that x-rays, which are behind the times in giving information, aren't indicating healing, but that isn't to say that there isn't healing on a subcellular level that would be picked up on a different type of scan such as an MRI.  He assured me that everything is where it is supposed to be (with visuals and sound effects!) and that I'll have another x-ray on Oct 28, at which point he'll make a determination whether bone growth stimulation needs to be done.  No surgery is needed, no pins, no screws and it is just a time thing. 

While patting on my unattractive medical gray duck bill aircast boot, "Not that I'm pressing, because I'll be in it for as long as I need, but any time frame?"

"No." 

I told him that I read about how it can be a rather slow healing process.

:insert shaking head in agreement:

"Very slow."

He told me that walking on it is fine.  I did my two weeks off and walking on it (in the aircast) is actually good for cell growth.  He told me not to go all crazy with stuff, but to do what I need to do.  When I told him that a coworker wanted to basically strap me down to a stool and not let me up, he said, "Oh, God, no!"  I told him that I don't sit very well and people were giving me crap for being up.  I also told him that he would be happy to know that though I've been busy trying to coordinate a walkathon for 600ish people, that I won't be walking.  "As well you shouldn't be," said my doctor who seems to be understanding my ADD tendencies more and more each visit.  His parting words were, "I know when you were in here last time, you were talking about concerns with ladders." 

:insert disapproving face:

"Um, yes."

:add in the doctor chuckle:

For some reason, I don't think he trusts me.