Check that Off My List.

Well, I got my physical today. Or, started it. I went in and visited with my doctor who is also my bishop and he checked some things out and sent me over to the hospital to get my urine, hemoglobin, and blood tests all done (not that you needed to know that). So anyway, I went over with my grandma and didn't think too much of it. The only thought I had was that I needed to drink water so, well, you know. I didn't eat much and didn't really care. As in, I wasn't worried about anything.

Aaaaanyways. So I went in and into one of the offices and the nurse sat me down and started pulling out the blood work tools and got everything ready. When she started feeling around my arm for a good vein I pointed out the "normal" spot for where I get stabbed and showed her all the marks I had from previous blood donations. She opened her eyes wide and said, "Oh, you poor thing!" So we talked about that for a little bit and I told her (through clenched teeth and looking away from her as she was getting the needle in me) that I had donated about eleven or twelve times. She was surprised by that and wanted to keep talking, but as soon as she shoved that needle inside me the room started spinning and I could no longer hear anything. I managed to spit out "I'm feeling light headed" before the whole world went black.

..It was all very strange after that. I was in a dream. A very intense dream and it felt like it lasted forever. At the end of the dream someone was telling me that I had to go back and I had no idea what they were talking about. And then something started pulling me and it was as if my whole body was being sucked back from somewhere far away. Like the feeling Harry has when he apparates. And then I was sitting in the hospital with nurses surrounding me in that tiny office.

Oh boy.. It was crazy after that. Well, I'm sure it was crazy before that but boy, I sure gave those girls a heart-attach. At least that's what they tell me. I apologized a ton and felt so embarrassed at having just told the nurse that I donate so often -"Yeah, I've donated a gallon and a half of blood" and here I go passing out over a few ounces. Goodness!

Well, long story short I'm getting better and I got the rest of the work done. One of the nurses asked if she could take me to the ER and I was like "No, no! I'm fine! This happens all the time, trust me." So yeah. The visit was a whole lot more exciting that I had expected. Anyhow, I should get the rest of my work done this week (fingers crossed!) and then get my interviews done the following week. Soooo hopefully by the beginning of September my papers will be in Salt Lake!

I Hope They Call Me On A Mission

Well, you've probably heard, I'm not getting married. We broke it off a week before the end of term and I think it was the right thing to do. Of course, it's been somewhat difficult, but the Lord has truly been helping me.

When I got back from school and got all moved in with my grandma I was very distressed. I had no direction in my life at all. Nothing really to work for, other than paying off my school loans. BUT, when my grandma mentioned for the second time my going on a mission a light came on inside me. I felt like I had a purpose again. So I fasted and prayed and interviewed with the bishop. My papers all almost all done! The only thing I really have left is to get my physical and I have that scheduled for two weeks.

I am SO thrilled with the prospect of serving the Lord for eighteen months! I've been pouring over my scriptures every morning and night and I've been picking up any other piece of work put out my the church that I can get my hands on. And grandma, of course, has been very helpful! I'm not sure who is more excited about my going, me or my grandma! We've gone shopping for missionary clothes and it seems like we're constantly talking about the missions she's served and about grandpa and about life! I love it here! Anyhow.. I may or may not blog soon, but, until then, happy blogging!