In reply to Lrunner:
I was told to keep mine until it got better. I wasn't convinced, looking the x-ray, but off I went for two weeks of purgatory. On my return to the fracture clinic, I told them I wan't going to see the monkey, I was going to see the organ-grinder, no matter how long I had to wait. THe consultant's first words were "Ooh, that's a nasty break; we ought to fix that for you". I had to sign a consent form for the op, but the most dangerous part was telling my lawful wedded opponent that i was having an operation on Tuesday when we were flying to Indonesia on Thursday. She was of course livid with me already. The flight was misery.
I guess you'll find out in a couple of weeks if it's beginning to join back together, but don't try anything until it's fused. Long term grief is never worth short term gain. Recovery of a injured injury always takes longer.