I'm still alive. Leg in a bright pink cast. Luckily, I won't need surgery, though the orthopedist did say it was a "nasty fracture." Having seen the x-rays, I didn't need convincing.
The leg is feeling better, though, less pain, less discomfort and ache, and I'm sleeping better than I did at first.
I'm grateful, strangely, for the stability of the cast, though it is hot.
The Incredible Hulk: Not bad at all. Not bad at all.
Hancock: Better than I expected, and could have been better still.
Tomorrow? Maybe Wanted? I dunno.