Patty Lou has a very pretty purple cast on her ankle. No surgery! Yippee! The Doctors decided that since the bone was almost perfectly in line, they would just put a cast on it and not plate it securing it with screws. They did have to 'reduce' it, meaning that while the cast was still pliable, the Dr. compressed the swelling in her ankle, pushing the bone into a better position. He molded the cast with his hands as it got hard, keeping things in place. Patty Lou was a real trooper through this painful ordeal, one without the benefit of pain medication, well, other than a Percocet (oxycodone) that she had taken earlier. Not a tear was shed!
My experience while there today, was a bit different. I had to continuously keep outing myself, telling Dr.'s and nurses that I was her husband, her transgendered husband, so I could remain with her throughout the 5 hours we were there. They all treated me with respect, but once one knew, there was an endless line of gawkers passing by just to take a look. So the good feeling of hearing "yes ma'am", was ruined by the stares of the curious. It was a day of both extreme highs and extreme lows. I know I'll never live long enough to see it, but someday the transgendered will not be seen as a sideshow oddity. What a glorious day that will be.