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"If your insurance doesn't cover the surgery would you like for us to provide you an estimate price?" Dr. Cole asked while typing on his computer.
Unfortunately, Maria was right about my ACL being completely torn. Now I was being set up for surgery to create another one out of a healthy tendon. From my doctor's estimate, I would be in recovery for a few months which I was not prepared for but I didn't have much of a choice. It was either get well or let my leg fall to pieces and live in pain.
"Yes please." I sat on the table with my hands clasped, ready to be on my way back home.
"Okay, we'll give you a call a week before your scheduled surgery date and let you know whether it's been approved or denied. You be easy out there on that leg okay? I don't want you doing any further damage."
"I'll be at home resting. Not much I can do with a bum leg, Doc."
"You'll be surprised how mobile some people are with a completely torn ligament, Giovanni. I'll see you in a few weeks okay?"
"Alright, Doc."
I slipped off the table and headed out of the door bypassing all of the other employees. He followed right behind me but stopped at the receptionist desk while I continued for the door. I climbed inside of my car, making my way home for the day. It was the only place I actually had to go since Chad and Pete were still out of town for games. It's not where I wanted to be but I had nothing else to do or anyone I could see.
Upon stepping inside of my condo, I was greeted by Ice Cube blasting from my surround sound. I pushed the door closed and walked further inside to my dad cleaning the kitchen. His head bobbed violently to the beat as he rapped the lyrics word for word. He'd even gone as far as rearranging the furniture and opening up the curtains to invite sunlight.
I tossed my keys on the table, catching his attention. He turned the volume to the music down. "What they say? You need surgery?"
"Yep. You was busy this morning. Got bored?"
"Nah I'm just in good spirits, son. I woke up thinking about old times and how much fun we used to have."
"Yeah? We did use to have fun. Especially out on the court where I would bust your ass."
