Tours and ultrasound
My
district got assigned to be the testifiers and the starters for the
tour. Everybody was terrified to be a starter except for me, so I
volunteered to do it (dragging Sorella Pacheco with me). It was fine
though because only one of us had to talk, and I like to talk a lot, so I
talked the whole time and loved it!! Basically the starters welcome
people to the MTC, tell them who you are, where you're going, and some
things about how the tour works and send them on their way. Super easy,
super fun!
Well about halfway through this
exciting adventure (for me, for Sorella Pacheco it was too much standing
for her liking lol). My leg started to do this really weird thing
where it like had this dull pain that I could ignore, but then it got
worse the longer I stood and then I got really dizzy and felt sick, and
got like sweaty all over. If I sat down I was fine though, so between
busses I would sit down. (The busses came every 2 min). I made it
through that and then got back to the apartment and took some pain meds,
and then was fine for Devo and Devo review.
The
next day I was fine for like half of the day, but then when Sorella
Pacheco and I were at the bookstore ordering t-shirts, It started
hurting way worse than before. And I basically ditched my companion to
find someplace to sit down before I passed out. Fortunately she is a
good companion and followed me out to the hallway. That is when
Marshall came into the picture. I had been sitting for a bit and the
pain wasn't easing up. So Marshall and his companions walk in and I'm
like "Marshall, do you have any drugs on you?" yep.... just like
that.... He said he had some at home, and that he could get them after
the appointment. then he went upstairs. Sorella Pacheco and I said a
prayer and then I decided that I needed to go to the nurse. After that
my leg started to behave, which I took as a sign that I made the right
choice.
We went upstairs, and they sent us to
the ER, who decided that it was close enough to blood clot like
symptoms that they should check it out to make sure before I left the
country. So back to the MTC to get the pass for that, then back to the
ER for the ultrasound.
Before we went back
for the ultrasound they called mom to ask for insurance info. They were
like, she is getting checked for a blood clot. So I was like oh no...
Mom thinks I'm dying.... The next time I saw marshall I told him to tell
Mom I wasn't dying on his P Day
The ultrasound
was really cool. I'm pretty sure that I was the favorite patient the
ultrasound guy had that day, because I was having a blast learning how
ultra sounds work and listening to the blood flowing through my veins. I
love things like that. Good news! No blood clot, bad news, no idea
what was wrong. They just told me to take pain meds until A. It gets
better, or B. It has been a week without getting better.
So
fast forward to when we finally get back to the classroom. (One hour
after class was supposed to start). We see a note on the board that
says, "Sorelle, We are on a field trip, sit at your desks and think
about what you did! (Just kidding you're not in trouble) we'll be back
soon. - Fratello Harbin" We laughed about that and then worked on
language study till they got back.
When they
got back the teacher was like what happened, and then I explained that
we went to the ER, but I said it in Italian, so the class was like
oblivious to what it was, but it totally concerned him, and then his
concern concerned them, so then I was explaining in english that my leg
had revolted on me, but pain meds made everything better.
I
got a blessing last night from the zone leaders (two of the Anziani in
my district) and I haven't needed pain meds since. The blessing was a
really interesting experience, because I was their first blessing other
than their moms. They did really well, but their hands were shaking so
bad because of how nervous they were.
Also Anziano Bednar came! It was awesome! We didn't get back home till 10:15
because he stayed up late talking to us answering our questions. I was
like ten feet from him because Sorella Pacheco gets the devotionals
translated in a headset thingy so we have reserved up close seats. I
also have included a creepy stalker shot of my cousin Joseph in the
pics. He happened to be sitting near us, and I had a camera, lol.
We
have this thing called SYL (Speak Your Language) at the MTC where
basically you speak as much of your language as you know 24/7. It super
helps, but sometimes I don't know what I'm language I'm saying things
in. For example I was talking to Sorella Pacheco and we ran into this
guy on the tour and he was like where are y'all going? And I said Italy,
and he was like oh, is today SYL? And I thought that was a weird
question because everyday is SYL, but I said yes, everyday is SYL. And
then he was like oh, I'll talk to someone who can speak english. And
that was when I realized that I had been speaking entirely in Italian.
Sorella Pacheco hadn't noticed either. We were like, no wait, we can
speak in english! It was super funny.
Also I
have included a pic of Anziano Gary for your benefit. He is a snail
that I found. He likes me. I brought him to class, and then after
class I returned him to the bushes.
More pics in a separate email...
Ciao!
Sorella Nelson
Comments
Post a Comment