Anatomical Memories

This is what the sciatic nerve means to me:

While reviewing my notes and reinforcing my anatomy, a memory popped up in my mind of my first friend (who I can recall forming full sentences with). He was a boy named James who lived somewhere on my street. I’m not quite sure how we became friends, but I do remember he was the first boy to give me flowers. While receiving one of my booster shots, my pediatrician must not have been entirely in the upper outer quadrant of my buttocks injecting me - hence hitting my sciatic nerve, and leaving my leg in pain for the rest of the day. When James came by to play and I could not, he came back with a freshly picked bouquet of flowers. Looking over my notes for some reason reminded me of that day when James brought me flowers.