Early in our trip to the Mason City hospital, I talked to my mom on the phone. I felt extremely bad for my mom because I knew that her worst nightmare was that I get seriously injured. I told her on the phone that I was okay and that it didn’t hurt at all, doing my best to calm her down. The EMT that was in the back with my dad and I put in the IV needle and started giving me pain killers. My head felt glued to the stretcher. I just laid perfectly still and felt my body relax. My only job was to tell the EMT if I could feel him pinching my toes, which was slowly getting lighter and lighter. Once the ambulance arrived at the hospital everything happened in the blink of an eye. I was pushed along to the ER where I met my mom and the rest of my family. The reunion was short lived, because soon after I arrived, a doctor kicked them all out and popped my ankle back into place. The pain came as a shock, but the medicine quickly took over and soon I was painless again. They wrapped my ankle up to prevent motion and rolled me into a room to stay the night. Bright and early the next morning the nurses woke me up and prepared me for surgery. I was exhausted and did my best to follow their directions, but as soon as I hit the operating table, I was out. I opened my eyes and I was back in the room I spent the night in. I fell in and out of sleep for the next couple of hours until I was fully recovered. The nurses brought me some crutches and told me I was good to leave. I was amazed at how they were just going to let me go, but I did not hesitate to get out of…