If I don't look down, I can imagine myself looking like this when walking around:
So much rest is prescribed for my recovery. Which I promptly threw out the window tonight by deciding it would be ok to try a nice and easy bike ride. The first push of the pedal showed me the error of my ways and probably set back the healing process by at least a week... or at least that's what the "pop" I felt tells me.
This will not be the Summer of Matt.