Das Boot II, the evil dead

Today was Cast Off day. At 3pm I was sitting in a chair with a nice man using a rotary saw on my leg. It's a weird feeling, but getting a cast off was so nice, you really don't care. Foot loose and fancy free, I got to wait for a few minutes before going into x-ray.
( Cut for eew!-inducing story of dead skin )

Finally, the x-ray guy came and took me in. They took three shots. I went back to the waiting room. Read my book for a while. Finally the med-tech came and put me in a exam room. I lifted my foot into the sink and had a wash. Ahhhhhhh. The Dr came in and looked at my new x-rays and told me i was doing well. I got a new boot, it's black with lots of velcro. I'm allowed to take to off once a day to wash.
I'm not supposed to walk for exercise, and I'm not allowed to carry anything while walking. Not supposed to drive the stick-shift. So life still sucks, but progress to non-suck is happening.

eta: Sorry, the most important part: I don't have to have surgery. GM and I will be resuming normal life as soon as we can lift and carry all of our stuff.