In the clinic we start with a couple of very cute children. A little girl of about 4 comes in wearing a purple gingham dress and we remove her cast which is noisy and scary. I found a stuffed toy for her to cuddle during the procedure and coincidentally, it's ears were lined with purple gingham.
Since all of our patients were waiting for Xrays, I went up to see my little boyfriends Morris. I picked him up and he snuggled right in. He tries to get even closer- I think he would crawl inside me if it were possible but instead he climbs me like a tree. He will not go to anyone else when I have him. I learn that his last name Frechette is Father Rick's last name, which means he has been abandoned. He will go to the orphanage when he is well.And he will become part of the orphanage family and will not be adoptable.
Back downstairs it turns out we can't get Xrays because the power went out and the machinery won't reboot. So we arrange for most of them to return Monday but the little girl needs a splint on her arm so Warren and I wrap her with hot pink and cover it with pink tape covered in purple hearts. She now matches perfectly. That is the art of pediatrics.
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