Foot, and how it's Broken.

So about 6 months ago I twisted my foot in a really bad way then about a month and a half after that I twisted it again. Thinking that these were "just" sprains I wrapped and stayed off it as much as possible (ha ha) but the pain didn't magically go away and the funky lump on the outside of my foot made me curious. Finally going to the doctor about a month and a half ago I was given an opinion. An evulsion fracture on the inside of my foot. An x-ray was scheduled. The multitude of x-rays seemed to verify this opinion but an MRI was scheduled for further information. MRI was done and an appointment was scheduled with a podiatrist. The podiatrist looked at the x-rays, got a confused look and went to find the MRI results. After looking at those he came in and told me that I had broken my heel bone all the way through and that normally these kinds of breaks require surgery and screws in the foot. Notice I said normally. He told me that somehow my heel bone had been healing correctly and that hopefully we could get away with just immobilizing my foot for about a month. Thus I sit here typing away with my foot in a medieval torture device that is giving me horrid cramps in my calf. Yes, a BOOT. Why, I ask, do I need this beastly thing when I have been healing properly with what I had been doing. Because there is a possibility that I would step on a dust mote and re-break it. Because it makes hunny feel better. Because that crazy lady that I love so much got to laugh and think loudly that she told me so. Because I have to try to do things the right way once in a while.
But yeah, It's broken.