Well, I finally couldn't help myself.
Walking back from the park tonight, my heart and my legs overpowered the little voice in my head (which ironically sounds a lot like Dr. Mayo) telling me to not to, but I did: I jogged.
About 20 steps, about like a normal person. But alas, the little voice in my head had been correct. It's just not time. While the gait felt normal, there was a lot of pain deep in the joint, so I stopped. But at the same time, it felt wonderful!
Had a good PT session today, though I feel as if I'm at a plateau. I'm down to one session per week for the next three or four weeks. I hope to be over this hump by then and eighty-six what's left of my limp.