Last P-day I told you we took Sister Romero to get kebabs. The first time I went to a kebab shop–when I was “kebabtized” as a greenie–I got through half my kebab and then threw up 45 minutes later. It’s not that they don’t taste good, they actually are really good, but there is something in the food that is just impossible for my body to cope with. Maybe it’s the amount of grease, maybe it’s the meat, maybe it’s something else, I don’t know. But either way, it’s from Satan. So the elders really wanted to kababtize Sister Romero, and I didn’t really want to, because of my last experience, but we went anyways, and Elder Holbrook and I thought, ‘Maybe it would be safe to go with ordering a pizza,’ since it shouldn’t contain the same things as the kebab. So we bought one and split it. I got through two pieces and he got through three before I started feeling sick, so we both decided to stop. 45 minutes later, after the bus ride to the church, I puked–and I mean PUKED–my guts out. Like, everything from that day, plus a couple minutes of dry-heaving. It was bad.
I was ill for the rest of the day, and that night I threw up again, basically dry-heaving for five minutes. I slept terribly that night, and the next day I was extremely tired, but we went to all our appointments anyway, and I actually managed to eat a peanut butter sandwich for lunch. Sister Romero never threw up, but she still was feeling kinda gross as well. I puked that night as well, and Elder Holbrook was scared for two days straight that he was going to be sick, but nothing ever happened to him, thank goodness. But something in that food just messed me up, because since then I haven’t felt normal at all. Every time I have food in my stomach, it hurts a lot, and digestion is even worse. It’s truly painful. We were both suffering side effects from it three days later, and I’m continuing to. Eating is just a chance to be wiped out now, and all food makes me feel nauseous.
My entire upper body, especially my abs, shoulders, and chest are SUPER sore from such intense puking.
I lived off of yogurt, sprite a toast for a couple of days, and then decided to try normal food again. Yeah, I’ve gone back to the previous diet again. At least I like yogurt and toast, because that’s all I can handle at the moment.
Then Sunday during sacrament meeting all the sudden my throat started feeling really scratchy and got worse throughout the day, and this morning when I woke up, I could barely talk. Well, this is going to be sad because I’m supposed to sing at zone conference tomorrow and it’s going to sound like a screeching rat! 🙉
I suppose you’re wondering how my parenting life is going. Well, to tell you the truth, I almost got her killed last week. 😬 I kept telling my last companion that it was inevitable, and this week it almost proved. We were waiting to cross a street where there was a four-way crossroads. The cars on the street beside us had all come to a stop because it was rush hour, so since none of them were turning, we figured it was safe to cross the road. Well, the road we were crossing crossed the busy street with all the cars, and then kept on going straight up a hill, and some car weaseled it’s way in between two cars that were stopped on the street that it crossed, and then started speeding to get across the street and down the other one–the one that we were crossing. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, so I started sprinting because I was already halfway across the street, but Sister Romero was behind me. She literally had to run a detour in FRONT of the car to avoid getting smashed by it. The stupid guy didn’t even slow down! And he almost killed my companion! I was so scared I didn’t want to look back because I thought, ‘She’s gone!🙈’ but she wasn’t. It’s a good thing Heavenly Father sends angels to protect us all the time, she’s alive because of it.
On Saturday night we got to go to a Christmas concert put on by the Salvation Army, and it was pretty cool. One of our investigators was helping to put it on, and taking part in it, and he invited us and offered to buy us tickets, so the zone leaders gave us permission to go! It was really neat, actually. It was in Brangwyn Hall (pronounced “Branwyn”), which is his really old hall with murals along the walls inside, and really intricate architecture. Remember that picture of me I sent you a while ago in front of the old doors with the windows in all different colours? That was the Brangwyn Hall. And remember how I told you about our investigator from the Salvation Army who has a really deep, dreamy, perfect orating voice? His is him!
The Junior Choir sang the Hallelujah Chorus and half of them were under severn years old!
He’s such a cute old guy, this guy that we are teaching. We were supposed to go to his house and pick up the tickets. We found this envelope hanging on his door.
Just a couple more pictures. Our Zone meeting last week (Merthyr Zone)
One of our investigators is teaching us to make Welsh Cakes!
This is what the streets look like after dark in the mist. I won’t deny I’m creeped out a lot of the time, especially when it is quiet like this.
And this is what we look like when we have to run home in the rain at night.
Have a great week everyone!