I went to my fancy-pants doctor and got the best news.
I was misdiagnosed.
Weird, I know -- but the good news is that the new diagnoses is better than the previous diagnoses.
I do not have a jones fracture. I have an avulsion fracture.
I can understand how my primary doctor misdiagnosed it, based on their closeness; but still, he should have sent me to a professional immediately.
In any case, lying around on my butt all day has delayed my healing. With an avulsion fracture you need to be up and on it, getting the blood pumping to it to speed up healing. So now, with the assistance of the dominatrix boot, I am allowed to be up doing stuff -- loading the dishwasher, making food, filling sippy cups, dusting, vacuuming (huh, notice how these all are chores) and not needing around-the-clock-assistance.
Of course, I still can't go up and down the steps yet. And I can't run errands. Or take the boys anywhere. But at least I can work on that new residue of muckity-muck that has accumulated on the kitchen floor.