First, as promised, here is my tiara! Napoleon the crooked-eared cat makes a great (albeit not super willing) model!
Rocky the cat is in the background. He wouldn't sit still for half a second with the tiara on.
And the good news: I saw the PT this morning. I told him that I ran. He wasn't mad at all. Instead, he said, "Great! How'd it go? Did it hurt?" He told me it would be a boring world if we all followed doctor's orders all the time. See why he's the best PT ever???
I told him about all the running and jumping I've been doing unintentionally. He messed with my feet, hips, and knees, and worked me to death today. It was the first time that I was really wiped out by a PT session - my leg was shaking by the end of it, and my hips were totally sore. And then he said that he would write the doc a note for my appointment tomorrow, and if the doc agrees, he'll put together a walk/jog plan for me. He said I'm healed enough for it!! Just in time - I'm going to the Outer Banks for a few days, and then coming back for what's supposed to be the beginning of some beautiful weather.
I totally squealed like a kid at Christmas who just got the best gift EVER!!! Cross your fingers that the doc says yes!!!