We entered Dr. Slayback’s office and he stood there to greet us. He had been a friend of my mom and dad before I was ever conceived.
“Dr. Slayback, I think you can just tape my leg together and I’ll be fine. Just please tape it.”
He took one look at it and shook his head.
“Jennifer, I’m going to have to give you stitches. There’s no other way.”
I did everything I could not to cry my eyes out. By that time my pride had kicked in — I didn’t want him to see that I was terrified and weak.
“Okay, Jen. Let’s get this started,” he said.
I was about to lose it and decided to stall.
“Mom, I need to go to the bathroom. Can you come with me?”
She followed as I limped along.