As I lay on the hospital bed waiting for my turn I am remembering. Remembering what brought me here in the first place. Remembering my mistake: I wore flip-flops. I went hiking and instead of wearing tennis shoes or even hiking shoes, I wore flip-flops. I broke my ankle at the growth plate when I was in sixth grade and have had already had a surgery on it since. My surgery was less than a year ago. It is November now. My surgery was in June, just after school let out of my seventh grade year. Now I am back again waiting. Waiting for my second surgery, waiting to walk again. The nurse asks me if I want a warm blanket again. They must have an abundance of heated blankets for patients because she has asked me for the fifth time
