Well it wasn't quite the "Eureka!" moment I'd hoped for. But I am now in my walking cast a.k.a. the moon boot.
The nurse in the plaster room with a BMI of >50 took off my fibreglass cast. One minute - my foot and ankle, indeed up to my midshin was secure in the cast, the next it was nestled safely in her warmth (cleavage? abdominal folds?) as she worked with her electric saw. Then - free! but feeling decidely vulnerable.
Friends had informed me that my lower leg would be: thin like a sparrow's and/or pale like a corpse's and/or scaly like a lizard's and/or withered like a crone's and/or very hairy like a werewolf. Thankfully none of the above was true. It is slightly thinner than the left at the moment with some minor dry skin. Nothing to get too excited about.
The orthopaedic registrar who saw me today was more of a grunter than a talker, but the scar looks very neat and my ankle didn't flop around in the breeze, so I'll forgive his poverty of speech for now. Still gotta keep the crutches for now though, but I am allowed to gradually start to put some weight through my right foot when its in the moon boot.
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