Anyway, the orthopaedic wotsit gave it a poke and man-handled both ankles for a bit. I still have no idea if it was broken or a sprain, but either way it seems to be almost healed, if slightly painful / trepidacious. He's referred me to physiotherapy (first appointment on 22nd April, 10.20am) and just said to take it easy until I'm ready to go back to work. I have two more weeks left on the original doctor's note, and then I have a week of leave booked, so after that I'll be going back to work on 27th April. By which point, hopefully, it will be somewhat better.
My line manager is off until September, though, so it's all a bit complicated. I should get my bank holidays (Good Friday / Easter Monday) and the two days of leave I'd booked next week (16th and 17th, for our anniversary) back, as I'll technically be off sick for them.
Okay. Three more weeks off. This time I will be productive, given I've managed barely any writing this past fortnight. Not helped by the fact that the SB/BaT co-writer seems to either be ignoring me or has disappeared off the face of the earth again, which is hardly conducive to the writing process. I've nearly finished the X-Files story, though. And I managed to read Watchmen, and have nearly finished The Last Unicorn.
Anyway. After the hospital yesterday we went to a carvery for lunch (with Lisa, who had driven us to and from the hospital), which was quite nice. £5.00 a head for food isn't bad at all.
PS: ebb - I've received the bag, thank you very much! It's lovely. :)