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"So, Mac, what do you think?" Kathy asked busily trimming the cast around the nipples after the youngster in the body cast was transferred from the operating table to the gurney. "I have no idea - what it is going to need, but have the battery oscillating drill up, and the small fragment equipment, the Doppler, it, mmm, it depends on the skin and all that," he shrugged. He knew that Northeast didn't just dump patients. To pursue that would have been an insult. Northeast received more dumps than anybody, a dump being a case that is 'too hard' to do simply because the patient is uninsured. Kathy cut him off. "No, not the phone thing, here, this kid. Will he walk? Will this do it?" "You buh buh buh bet your buh buh buh bones he will! Wait til he gets out of this plaster! Whooooweee! Ba-ba-ba Baaaad." The cast was fiberglass, but old terminology, so ingrained, makes for strong ties to the past. History is in our speech whether or not it is in our consciousness. "You think the Congress lady has anything to do with this kid?" Kathy speculated. "A sponsor? Oooo. Maybe," pausing, then brightening, " Hey! Maybe we'll get paid this time!" to a general groan from everybody, the anesthesiologist's letting fly the middle finger bird suggesting otherwise. To everybody else, this was one twisted sorry ass kid who had even limited prospects for sitting. But doctor Macaluso kept repeating that the young fellow had "control arcs" and that there was enough "expendable remote motor inventory" to work with. "Look. We make him a set of hip extensors by moving some of his thigh knee flexors up one level. Easy. See? We simulate knee extension by ground reaction from the loose ankle tenodesis preserving the tibialis