..but I decided I'd rather write about cherries, instead. So I'll do the other thing, now.
First up, sports-surgeon:
* X-rays say that I'm healing up good, but I still shouldn't descend stairs in the normal way (reach-with-toes) because taking a step like that puts stress precisely on the fracture site.
* I most likely have a bone bruise right at the sacro-iliac joint (the join of spine and pelvis), and those take their time about healing. I'm to go easy on it for the next month or two, which is going to mean accepting some functional limitations. (I'm not good at this, but the choices are 'try anyway' or 'be in gratuitous extra pain', so.) If it's still giving me trouble at the eight-week follow up appointment, that will be worth investigating, but not until then.
* Got properly referred to physiotherapy, so that my insurance will pay. Eval appointment is Thursday. (Err. 11 hours from now.)
Then there was my GP:
Me: [Augh, symptoms.]
Doc: "You probably have endometriosis, but I'll order an ultrasound to make sure."
Me: [knowing that it doesn't image well] "Huh?"
Doc: "If we don't see anything out of the ordinary, it's almost certainly endo."
Me: "...Oh. That makes sense."
* Upshot is that I have a continuous-dose prescription for a new OC. We'll see what it does for my pain levels. (And conversely for my depression symptoms, since it's using a different progesterone-mimic.)
Fun stuff. And now, sleep.