168 days. I sleep in my socks only because taking them off and putting fresh on is a particular torture I reserve for only when absolutely necessary. I'm much more of a mess because picking things up off the floor is difficult. The MRI was inconclusive other than the ligaments are intact and attached. The bone still has "residual marrow edema throughout the anterior acetabular column." I'm trying a hip compression sleeve and, God help me, a homeopathic ointment made from French flowers.