A statue of James Fenimore Cooper in Cooperstown, NY
This morning was my appointment to get the cast put on my leg. It meant a drive down to Cooperstown, which is nearly an hour and a half along a very nice picturesque country road. The drive went through several small villages and had I been driving and not just a passenger it would have taken much longer due to picture stops. We made it to the hospital in good time with my sister-in-law driving and waited only a few minutes.
Casts have changed so much in the last fifty years. I remember casts being slopped on over a stocking and then waiting for an hour or more while it set up and hardened. And when walking casts came in they added a piece under your foot as they began the process.
Baseball Hall of Fame, Cooperstown
At least that is what I have heard. I haven't needed one. But today they decided that I would get a compression cast, a two piece easily removable outfit that can get pumped up with air. Two plastic pieces up each side with foam sock that wraps around foot and leg and can be blown up with extra air and then strapped with velcro straps. The only bad news was that the doctor wanted me to keep all of my weight off that foot for the next month. This isn't the kind of news I wanted to hear. So now I am unable to do very much at all, but it isn't going to slow our trip very much. Judy will drive and I will take pictures and navigate.
We had a chance to drive past the Baseball Hall of Fame and one house that my sister-in-law knew about where painted in almost every color you can imagine.