Pink

A week and a half after ankle surgery, the girl moved from a temporary soft splint to a hard cast, today. She chose pink.

The doctors at the bone clinic are always running behind. Hubby waited in the car with the girl until her name was called, then we brought her inside. She stays much calmer that way. The staff members almost make up for the extreme wait. They are excellent with autism. I appreciate that. I like the visual aid offered to my daughter to allow her to choose a cast color:

I still don't understand why any sane or intelligent person would choose to build a bone clinic on a steep hillside. The parking lot is not friendly to folks on crutches or in wheelchairs or using knee scooters.