The Surgical Story / by Reginald Crump

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.

30

seconds

is

a

long

time

to

sit

staring

at

the

Dr.

with

your

mouth

open

in

disbelief,

waiting

for

him

to

crack

a

smile,

chuckle

and say,

"just kidding!"

"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.