I broke my leg this past July... hairline fracture of the distal fibula... the doc feared the bones would separate and I'd need surgery unless I really babied it for many weeks. That was enough to scare me into following orders! I'm not one for doing that, donchano Toe to thigh splint for a week... cast for three more... working from my bed with a laptop... boyfriend bringing food upstairs to me. I had a hummingbird feeder on the small balcony off my bedroom for entertainment beyond the TV and DVD player. I have a split level townhouse. I tried not doing the stairs more than twice a day. First half of the day in bed, the second half in Grandma's wingback chair after a 15 minute walk down the stairs. Clunky, strappy boot for three weeks after that allowed me to return to working at the office. I broke five toes in my teens (mostly surfing) but that was it. I really wasn't prepared for this! Healthy, 50+ like you... but your story is so much better!

A guy in the building where I work broke his leg earlier in the year... he was trampled underfoot in a mosh pit at a Motorhead concert! Now THAT is a leg break story to be proud of! All I did was forget my earrings on my way to work. That is the butterfly wing-beating that started the sequence that lead to my fracture.

I was in the car, opened the garage door, slipped on my shades, started the car, looked in the mirror to apply lipstick, saw I had no earrings... argh! Turned car off, closed garage door, flung open the door that leads to my living room, RAN FULL SPEED up the short flight of stairs... in the dark... without turning the light on... still wearing the darkest pair of sunglasses I could buy... missed a step, came crashing down sideways onto my left calf... KEEEEEEEEE-RACK!! That sound still kills me just to think about it. Now, I'm a very busy woman who prides herself on getting a lot done... this was pure torture. Hobble... like my great-grandmother at 99... that's all I could think... that wasn't bad when you think of that sharp, toothache-like pain that shot up my leg if I put too much pressure on it. Crutches... later a cane... holy cowbell, what a mess. I'm device free now! My leg still hurts if it gets chilly, or if I walk or stand for too long. Shopping carts make for a good stealth walker... no one really knows you're hobbling But I can walk, and I can stand, and I have very little limp left. Life is good! I'm told it won't feel completely normal for some months to come, but I'm cool with that as long as progress continues.

Ugh... Motorhead is a far better story.

Dare I say, I do indeed feel your pain.