Dear sweet
family,
Well I am a
little short on stories this week as I was home Wednesday night, Thursday,
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night.
Let’s call them rough days on the sick train! I have to tell y’all the
story.
So I thought
I just had a little bit of a cold, headache, body aches, normal flu, and I was
just super thirsty, or I thought it was a sore throat. On Wednesday the stomach gets going too and
we sent the text to Hermana Camarillo. She sends me to a medical center close
to here and gastroenteritis is what they tell me. We’re in there with the
doctor and my companion jumps in with how much rest do you recommend. That’s about when my palm hits my face! Never ask that question!! He says, 48-72 hours and I said, “NO! No way!!”
We get my meds, get on the bus and head home. I send the text to Hermana
Camarillo giving her the report and I ask her if 48 hours is okay … coming from
the one who never asks the doctor about rest and even says to Hermana Camarillo
“I can work, I just want to go to the doctor so they give me the antibiotic”. She responds, “Hermana Rawe, go right on ahead
with your rest, but 72 hours is better. You need to completely rest and
rehydrate.” UGH!
It was about
7 at night and it’s like she really thought things through because 5 minutes
later, another text comes through, “Go home! Right now!” Ha! Ha! I tell everyone that it is all my mom’s
fault! Heidi Junior or what? So we’re at
home and I literally slept for like 3 days straight living on white bread with
ham, apples, and suero. I woke up to eat
and to go to our zone meeting on Friday. Sunday we went to church but I still just felt
off and was actually getting pretty frustrated. I send her another text telling
her that I still a strong pain in my stomach and not wanting to eat anything.
She sent me home Sunday afternoon and at night connected me with a doctor who I
don’t even remember where she told me he is, but he’s American. We were speaking in Spanglish and I just love
his American accent. He had to be like
60 years old. As I started telling him
what the doctor gave me, he said, “Whoa!
That’s a strong dose of the nausea medicine! That’s your problem right there! Stop taking
that. Get off that and you’ll feel
better! That’s why your stomach is so angry.”
All I hear is the voice of the old lady from Enchanted, “He tried to
kill me!” Ha! Ha! Good news is, since yesterday I haven’t taken
those pills and I’m feeling much better! This week we will work so much!!
My second
family is rocking their spot on my agenda this transfer!
Just some
more views of what my area is like!
This is
Hermila and Alfonso. She is less active and they´re both widows and they live
together. They are too funny and we really do love them. He says, look we’re
all in glasses! Ha! Ha! So we took a picture together.
Even without
being able to visit them all week, Hermana Claudia and her daughter Natalie
went to church this week! Are they just precious or what?? We really do love
them and I think they can really progress more!
Yesterday we
had the coolest experience with Andoni. Remember our less active family with
the rebellious teenagers that are remembering what church was like? Well yesterday, before I got sent home, we
visited them. They were ALL home. We started talking about faith and the boys
starting bringing up a lot a doubts and questions about why we suffer here in
life. We had an incredible lesson and we ended up at repentance and we felt the
spirit so strongly. Andoni agreed to meet with the bishop and wrote his number
down. I love these boys! I love them so much! They just make me happy and I
just see them on missions, or passing the sacrament, but active in the
church.
So in my
time at home, I read all of my journals. I remember my setting apart, when
President Gottfredson talked about working a lot with less active members and
also about more difficult companions but blessing with the ability to help and
serve them. I remembered the MTC, my
first months here, all of my experiences, and I felt the Spirit so strong. Did
you know that in my MTC one day in the temple we did sealings and I wrote that
I felt like one day I would be in temple sealing of a family from Mexico? I wrote, “Who knows if it is just wishful thinking
or a real impression from the Spirit.” Well I think it´s going to be real!! I read
that and just started crying .. How cool is that??
I only have
9 weeks left as a missionary, but in these past few days, I realized how
incredible my mission has been and how it has been a huge blessing for me. I
love being here, I love my experiences, I love these people and I just want to
keep serving and loving.
Can’t wait to
see y’all next Sunday!! Love you!!
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