It's more appropriate than you could possibly imagine.
The Doctor finally said something that made sense to me as to why it was talking so long for my heel to heal. I mean, I have friends who have had major surgery who have recovered and are pretty much back to normal for goodness sakes.
I went in expecting him to tell me the results of the 3D cat scan said I would be able to start putting a little weight on it and get a little mobility at least. Didn't happen. Then he said the thing that made all of the sense. He said, "there are still a lot of little pieces in there that have not healed well enough to bear weight. It's like trying to heal an eggshell."
Hello. Nobody told me I broke it like an egg. I didn't even really have a concept that a heel was hollow like an egg or a Christmas Tree Ornament. Humpty Dumpty for sure, I even had the big fall. And where are all the King's men, I'm supposed to get King's men!
Then he said I have to go back into a cast, but at least this time it will be a walking cast so maybe I'm going to get a little mobility after all. Funny, it seems like all I've been able to talk about these days but I guess I'm a little preoccupied. I'[ve kinda gotten down about it a few times trapped here in this chair for three months, but everybody has been incredibly supportive and every time I grouse or complain online or on facebook or twitter I get prayers for me instead of what I really deserve. That would be somebody saying "Shut up Burns, we get it, talk about something else."
I wonder how Humpty Dumpty handled it.