Hi. Detail alert.
Last Monday morning dawned bright and early, and so did the
Preparation day craziness.
We emailed at the church, studied, ate lunch, and went
shopping. Little did I know that this day would begin a nightmare of a week for
my companion and me. Here is a little glimpse into the beginning of it.
Whilst out and about shopping, Hermana Jordan mentioned that
she had been feeling pretty terrible all day and that her stomach was really
bothering her. After trying several stores for a a bathroom and Pepto we
hurried home so she could rest.
Pobrecita laid on the floor of our study room for a few hours
in obvious discomfort and pain. Later she moved to the bathroom floor. I sat
outside the open door for a long while, writing letters and waiting to be of
service to my dear Sister.
While I sat waiting diligently, I heard a moan issue from
the bathroom:
"Hermana, It is not getting any better".
Oh dear.
I turned to see my companions head right there by the door,
her brows all scrunched in the agony of her stomach. I stared at her sadly, not
knowing what to do.
Then I heard an odd rushing noise, and with out a single
hesitation. My comp threw herself into a seated position and lunged her body to
the general direction of the toilet.
No use.
Hermana upchucked her breakfast, Panera sandwich and Pepto
all over the bathroom floor.
There was no stopping the flood.
I patted her back and stroked her hair while she
accomplished this task. Then I wiped off my shakey companion, and delivered her
to her bed. She laid there silently while I cleaned up her barf and bleached
the bathroom.
Ha..... Yuck.
I bustled about the apartment for the rest of the evening.
Cleaning, organizing and taking care of Hermana Jordan. She delivered another
offering of stomach slime and I tried to eat my dinner out of her view and
smell.
throughout all this, I tried to ignore the growing discomfort
in my own stomach. As I sat down to finish writing my family letters, the
sensations grew steadily worse. I hit the hay early as the nausea began. THe
next 6 hours consisted of 4 torturous trips to the bathroom, dry heaving in
between, and moving to different stations on the floor of our room. Finally at
2:15 am my stomach finally let me expel its contents into my trusty bowl.
PHEW.. Relief. For 5 minutes.
My sweet comp took care of the horrific mess and I prepared
for the next round. I dealt with it all for about 3 more hours before crashing
asleep in the middle of the floor.
The rest of the week was horrible as we fought chills and
fevers. Thankfully, we feel much better now.
So wash your hands children. You never know who might ruin
your plans for a week.
On the brighter side of life, Jesse was confirmed and
received the Aaronic Priesthood on Sunday. Hermana Jordan and I are so grateful
to be working together. Although we have probably watched the Restoration and
the Testaments more times than should be acceptable, it was a great week to be
together.
I hope you are all enjoying this beautifully precious life
we have and are aware of our Father's love for us.
Stay Safe & God Speed.
Love, Hermana Tobler
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