My doctor's appointment went pretty much the way the emergency room staff had expected: I was cleared to return to light duty for two weeks, and if everything went well, all restrictions would be lifted after that.
Joe was happy to hear that, because it meant that I would be at work in four days. We had agreed that the original plan of me working the shit shift would actually be in my own best interests, recuperation-wise. That it also gave Tank and me more time to boink like bunnies did have some small weight in my consideration, but, really, honestly it was for my own health. Okay, my own healthy sex life.