I'd been looking forward to my trip back to see the specialist, but, as is often the case post surgery, he was nowhere in sight. I did have another meeting with my arch nemesis, the physiotherapist who convinced me physiotherapy was useless way back in 1993. I wanted a scan or an ultra sound to check the integrity of my repair following my little incident but was told in no uncertain terms that it wasn't possible. So, my opinion of physiotherapy continues. I know their are some good ones out there, I just seem to come up against all the bad ones including the ones who teach it.
Despite such a bad meeting I did come away with a proper cast on (synthetic), that weighs much less, fits properly, won't come loose, and most importantly is green. I have 2 weeks in this cast and then the plan is to transfer me to a boot. With a boot in sight I know my rehab can soon begin and that I'm on the verge of becoming partial weight bearing (PWB). Rehab will be a slow, progressive schedule but its exciting to know I'll be able to start on my path to getting back on 2 wheels.