Well, the local doctors office finally got my medical records, two weeks ago. So I call back to make the appointment to get an x-ray and hopefully get this confounded cast off. He's out of the office for the entire week.
The following Monday, I call back...he won't see me, unless I pay $$$ upfront because 1) it's been over 6 weeks and 2) I don't have health insurance.
They suggested I go back down to the hospital that's 3 hours away, one way, or go to the emergency room.
So we'll be going to the ER tomorrow and see if I can finally get the cast off.
Skip doesn't go back to the doc's until the end of April. I feel for him as he's tired of being stuck at home and dying to get back to work.
We stopped at the Harley shop just down the highway from us and I found my ride!!! It's a '49 Springer with a suicide shifter!!! Low enough that my feet would touch the ground and light-weight and nimble, too! Dang suicide shifter ruined it though...I don't drive a stick-shift very well, at all...
Dawn