I laid on the bed for what seemed like forever until the Dr. came in to tell me what they'd discovered.
With a straight face the Dr. entered and told me what they’re diagnosis was, "it's crucial that I show up for the appointment with the Orthopedic Surgeon scheduled for tomorrow!"
"He'll determine how to move forward."
Without skipping a beat he followed that with,
"you have to understand that if this is not taken care of you could lose your leg."
I sat there with my mouth agape, for what seemed like an hour.
"Are you serious?" I thought he was fucking with me because I'd been full of humor from the moment I arrived.
He was not joking and now, there I was alone in the cold room. I gathered my belongings the best I could, on one leg, grabbed my cane and hobbled back out to the waiting area. I called my mom to come pick me up. Then my phone rang, it was Manchild.
"So what's going on, how are you feeling?" he asked.
I sat alone in the empty ER waiting area.
I responded, "I just want my mama and daddy to be here to pick me up."
I burst into tears.