I had my stitches removed today. No amputation was required, thankfully. The process took at most thirty seconds of snipping by the physician, after which he congratulated me on making a great scar that will be with me for all my days. "Your grandkids will ask about it, and you can say, 'Well, I was chasing your mother on the playground...'"
Just to be safe, I asked him about two phenomena which have already disappeared: some rather frightening ankle swelling (both sets of ankle bones disappeared for several days) and ugly, crescent-shaped bruises along my inner feet. He said neither was worrisome, and that both were probably caused by fluid in the swollen shins draining into my ankles and feet. Gravity, in other words. Gravity is definitely my least favorite fundamental physical force now, since that bastard caused this trouble in the first place by refusing to let me jump those three feet up into the air.