one month
Yesterday marked one month since the birth of my baby girl. She had her one month check up on Friday where she received her second hepitius shot and was measured and weighed. She has gained over two pounds already as well as gotten over 3 inches taller! She is only one month old and has already outgrown newborn sized clothes and I can only attribute her growth spurt to being exclusivly breastfed… for HOURS each day. That girl never stops eating, and its obviously making her grow. Thats a good thing, so I guess I can’t complain about not being able to sleep as much as I would like.
Yesterday I had a cleaning assignment at the church. My husband had to work, something unusual for a Saturday since quitting his second job months ago, so my parents agreed to babysit while I went. I have family in the Navasota State Prision and my parents asked if I minded if Sam rode along for their visit. Sam has been on a recent “COPS” show kick and always gets excited when he sees policemen. He always asks about jail and the people that “live” there, so I agreed to let him go. The Navasota State Prison is a minimum security prison and the inmates are all pretty trust-worthy – well, as trust worthy as a prison inmate i can, i suppose. I have been to this prison many times myself and knew that Sam would be safe there espesicaly since both my parents would be with him. Since Sam is a minor we knew that he would not be allowed to have a ‘contact’ visit with the inmates, but he could go in for a “glass” visit and meet the family he has never met before – all while seeing police men, prison gaurds and “jail”. He was excited, but after making the 2 hour drive we found out he wasn’t allowed in because he was wearing shorts. Anyways, I had a BLAST at my cleaning assignment and can’t wait to start attending sacrament meetings again. I almost went this morning, but decided to wait another 2 weeks untill charlie was 6 weeks old. She has been somewhat sick since receiving her Hep shot the other day. I made a new friend while cleaning the bathrooms(of all places!) and even got to see the bishop for a few moments. It was so great to be in the church building and to be with some of my friends all while serving. I honestly enjoyed myself, and was surprised at how much fun I could have while cleaning.
I had planned on getting Charlie’s one month photos taken yesterday, but it will have to wait a few days. Its probally better that I waited since she has been somewhat sick recently. ill be sure to post them soon, though.
Casey started a new semester of school last week in addition to a hard-core diet and exercise program. He’s already lost weight! I have only lost 21 pounds in the past 3 weeks, and have about 8 more to go. I don’t beleive in diets, but have no doubt that I’ll reach my goal in the next week or two. I also dont beleive in scales (because i think i’d obsess over my weight if i owned one) but I was in the hospital last week for a post-ceserian uterine infection and was weighed at the time of my check in. I know 21 pounds is alot of weight to loose in 3 weeks time, but i can’t help wanting to loose the rest of the weight i gained… see why i don’t own a scale?! The infection isn’t that bad, thankfully, and as far as I know is already gone. Even though I was in pain my ONLY concern was my fertility. I know that we may be done having children, but i also know that i DO want more. I also want to be an egg donor at least once in my life and uterine infections can offten lead to infertility. Thankfuly, all seems to be healing fine.
Sam is doing well as a big brother. He even made up a “Charlie Grace” dance where he spins in circles while shaking his bottom shouting “Charlie Grace” over and over untill he can’t stand straight anymore. Its cute. He doesn’t like to feed her, but LOVES to throw away poopy diapers (and ONLY the poopy ones for some reason). He reminds me that she is his “see-steer”. Also, now that her complection has lightened up quite a bit he says they look alike. He has no idea that he was dark like her once too! (why are babies born so dark? they haven’t ever been outdoors and come out sporting a tan! I thought it was because of my olive color that I got from my father who is part indian, but i’ve noticed lots of other newborns with a ‘tan’ too. hmmmm.)
As you can probally tell I have decided to give up on the national blogging month topics. The topics i’ve skipped have been irrelevant to this blog anyways – such as “who was your first kiss and when and where was it?”. Its not important so i’ve decided to put in an honest effort to blog more, but try to blog about things that matter.
Thanks for reading through my rambles!
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When I first became a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, or Mormon as most folks tend to call it, one of the most frequently asked questions I got from friends, family and even random people who happened to be listening in on whatever conversations I happened to be having at the time was, “Don’t you have to, like, uh, give up a bunch of stuff now?” or something along those lines.
My answer was – and still is – a simply put “No”.
Now, I assume that these people were referring to the Word of Wisdom when asking me about changes I would have to make in my life when joining the church. The Word of Wisdom, as defined in True to the Faith, is a law of health revealed by the Lord for our physical and spiritual benefit. This revelation, as documented in the Doctrine and Covenants, basically tells us what foods are good for us as well as those that should be avoided. We are promised spiritual and physical blessings for obeying The Word of Wisdom.
We have been instructed to not use alcoholic drinks, tea, coffee, and tobacco (D&C 89: 5-7). We are also taught that we should eat Vegetables and fruits, which should be used “with prudence and thanksgiving”. The flesh “of beasts and of the fowls of the air” which is “to be used sparingly” and Grains such as wheat, rice and oats, which are “the staff of life”. (D&C 89:10-17)
We are given promises of blessings if we obey the Word of Wisdom, as stated in D&C 89: 18-21.
And all saints who remember to keep and do these sayings, walking in obedience to the commandments, shall receive health in their navel and marrow to their bones; And shall find wisdom and great treasures of knowledge, even hidden treasures; And shall run and not be weary, and shall walk and not faint. And I, the Lord, give unto them a promise, that the destroying angel shall pass by them, as the children of Israel, and not slay them. Amen.
Now, back to the topic I wanted to talk about today, Agency. We are each given the gift of Agency, the ability to act and choose for ourselfs. So when it comes to the Word of Wisdom I like to think of it as guidelines that we have been given by our church leaders to help us live a healthy life. If I follow the Word of Wisdom and never drink alcohol I will never, ever, become an alcoholic. If I choose not to do illegal drugs, I will never become a slave to the hold they would eventually have over me. Choosing not to use tobacco makes it impossible for me to become addicted to it and also much less likely to get different types of cancer that modern-day science has proved it to cause. If I choose to eat fresh fruits and vegetables, to limit my meat intake, and to consume grains I choose to live a healthier life. The most important thing here is that *I choose* to do these things. I choose to follow the guidelines of my church leaders. I choose to be healthy. I choose to avoid addiction.
I have not always been a member of the church, and I have not always followed these guidelines. I have done drugs, drank myself into such an ignorant state that I was completely unable to defend myself from what was happening to me, and even though I am barely 5 feet tall I once weighed over 200lbs because of my very unhealthy eating habits. If I had been made aware of the Word of Wisdom at a younger age I may have avoided some of the most horrible experiences and hardships of my life, but knowing that I chose to willingly participate in those activities, and that I am now choosing not too makes me feel that much stronger. I am very thankful that I have never really been addicted to these substances, and also thankful that I survived the poor actions – and sometimes very serious consequences that were a direct result of – my youth. I can attribute so many things to the choices that I once made, including getting cancer, before becoming a church member.
I would also like to point out that these revelations occurred prior to modern day science proving that alcohol and Tobacco were dangerous and that whole grains were good for you…
I am so happy to have been given the gift of agency. To be given the ability to act and to choose for myself. I am so thankful to have been introduced to the Words of Wisdom while I was still somewhat young and to have the rest of my life to choose to be a healthier woman.
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This blog is more of a ramble than an actual blog, but i am really interested to know weather you are going to get yourselves and your children vaccinated this flu season… and what part of the world you live in… and the reason behind your decision.
As a pregnant woman, I am eligable for one of the first rounds of the swine flu vacines that are available in my state of Texas. I live somewhat close to mexico, and the flu has killed 94 (i think) people in Texas since the beginning of its outbreak.
I am choosing to not get vaccinated.
My son and husband won’t be getting vaccinated against H1N1 either, although we are all up to date on the other vaccinations required by law. (even though I plan on homeschooling and by doing so could easily skip Sam’s required vaccinations without getting in any kind of big trouble.)
I was yelled at early today by a friend of mine when I told her I was not planning on getting one. “You can die! Your baby could die! What makes you think you shouldn’t get it?!”
I have known of families that didn’t allow their kids to receive regular vacinations because they were under the impression that vaccines caused Autism (it doesn’t, there is proof) or because they felt that by getting vaccines you were allowing the government to place micro chips into your body so that they could track your every move (thats just nuts…) or because they felt as though God would not allow their children to get sick…
As I mentioned before my two year old has all of the other required vaccines, i don’t think the government is out to get me or anything strange like that. I am choosing to take OTHER precautions against the swine flu this year. For one, I will not travel to Mexico. I will avoid sickly places. I will not travel outside of my home often, and i will keep my home CLEAN. I will bleach the doorknobs of my home and all of the sink knobs. I will bleach my sons toys and carefully choose our play dates. I will eat healthy and prepare healthy meals for my family. I will take my vitamins, and ensure my family does it also. Doing these things almost eliminates any chance of getting the flu and therefore, i am not worried.
I don’t get the regular flu vaccine annually either, and it has been proven to be more deadly then the Swine Flu.
If we vacinate our bodies again every little thing out there we will not have immune systems strong enough to fight the every day things we come in contact with.
Not to mention the Swine Flu vaccine has high levels of mercury and aluminum – both are cancer causing agents.
The few people I have known to have had gotten the Swine Flu survived just fine. They were sick for about a week, but none died. It only kills people with weakened immune systems, and the three of us are heathy.
I am not against all vaccines, just the unnecessary ones (like the H1N1 vaccine, the regular flu vaccine, and the cervical cancer vaccine!)
I am just curious to know what you all think about it…. leave a comment!
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One year ago today I willingly went under the knife to have a roux-n-y bypass. This is a pretty common surgery for weight loss, although one of the most extreme options out there, but I had it preformed to treat other medical problems I had at the time. I needed to loose weight, and that was defiantly an added benefit to having gone to this procedure, but my other health problems is what convinced my insurance to pay 100% of the surgery. I had the beginning stages of Barrett’s disease, a pre-cancer of the stomach and esophagus. Most people who get this disease are about 60 years older than what I was when I was diagnosed. Most people who have the disease have no symptoms what-so-ever, but others, like me, become very sick and need to have part of their stomach and esophagus removed. Although turning in to cancer is somewhat rare, my doctors and I decided that it would be better for me to have the surgery now and attempt to solve the problem because my grandfather died of stomach cancer. I have also had another type of cancer when I was 15. Its just that it seems like I get sick very easily and I didn’t want to risk the problem getting worse. I also had a few other things removed/fixed/repaired while under the knife. Although I didn’t feel much better immediately following my surgery(ies), today, exactly one year later, I am doing much better. After my surgery I lost about 25 or 30 pounds in the first few months (much less than most people having the surgery loose in that time period) but later found out that I had Chronic Biliary Dyskinesia that caused me to need to have my gallbladder removed approximately 6 months following the bypass. Having it removed should have done nothing for weight loss, but it seems like as soon as it was out my extra weight began to drop off.
I don’t own a scale, so I honestly don’t know how much I have lost or what it is that I currently weigh. I think it is safe to say I’ve lost about 80 pounds. I know my highest non-pregnant weight to be 200 pounds and my current weight to be somewhere around 120.
I don’t have many full body photos of me prior to my RNY, but here are two face shots that you can see an obvious difference in my weight.
Before:
After:
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I’m back from a long weekend away…
Thursday started out like my recent Thursdays have been. Sam and I got up and went to a local park. There was an abnormally nice squirrel that stole a cracker from me (I have never seen them get close to people) and then took the crackers Sam and I offered him. After eating two crackers alone he took crackers, one at a time, to squirrels hidden behind a large tree close by. I got a really neat 2 and a half-minute video of him doing this, and it ends with Sam chasing him away. I will upload and post it after I get my micro SD adapter back from my mother’s house.
After the park Sam and I stopped for a hot dog lunch and came home where I quickly put Sam down for his nap and welcomed the missionaries for their next visit. Our visit went by quickly (more about that in a separate blog…) and after they had gone I got ready for that nights enrichment meeting. One of the sisters in the local ward came and picked me up and we headed off to the church. One the way there I received an email on my blackberry from my mother with the subject line being “911”. Knowing that I wouldn’t answer my phone at church she had titled it as such so that I would know it was important and open it immediately instead of waiting. I opened the email to see that my great grandmother had been taken by life flight in the small town she lives in to a hospital in San Antonio for treatment. At the time of the email she was not expected to live through the night, and my dad (who was raised by his grandmother) was rushing down to San Antonio and praying that he would be able to say goodbye. My grandmother is 87 years old; she had 7 children of her own, and raised several of her grandchildren. She has a lot of health problems, including diabetes, and has had several strokes and heart attacks in the last decade not to mention an aneurysm in her brain that almost took her life a few years ago. I had accepted the fact that she wouldn’t make it, and put on a strong face in the car on the way to church, but when I got there I stepped outside to call my husband where I broke down like a baby and cried. Honestly, I was much more concerned about my father than I was about my grandmother. She wouldn’t be hurting anymore, I kept telling myself. I wasn’t sure that my Dad could handle her death. My dad was way to emotional to tackle the long drive by himself, so my husband gave me the OK to go with him on the trip. We made plans and coordinated Sam’s pick up with my mother. My dad picked me up from the church and I accompanied him, taking only what I had with me and nothing else. I wore the same clothes all weekend, and spent all my time at the hospital or at family’s houses sleeping for only a few hours a night. I didn’t shower, and I didn’t brush my teeth. I couldn’t, I hadn’t taken anything with me other than what I had on my back or in my purse, and my Bible and my Book of Mormon. On the way down there we had a very long talk about the Mormon Church. My dad told me that he had once dated a Mormon girl and did a lot of his genealogy research in her church library. While there he had learned a lot about their history and their beliefs. He talked about what he liked and didn’t like about the church, and told me he wanted me to join if that is what I felt was right for me. That surprised me, with him being Pentecostal. He had never said anything negative about the church at all, but I didn’t think he knew much about the church. We talked for hours about the church’s history. He likes a lot of the things they stand for, but he’s not sure he can believe how it was founded. I told him was planning on joining. He was actually happy. It was nice.
Throughout all of the sadness and awkwardness of the trip (I am not close with most of my father’s family) the highlight was seeing my grandmother and actually talking with her. She remembered me, and asked questions about my husband and my son. This was awesome because she has HUNDREDS of living descendents and with her health problems she sometimes doesn’t recognize or remember people. Also, I got to meet my first cousin once removed, Alan Hughes, for the first time in my life. He is one of FOUR Alan Hughes’ – so excuse me for referring to him as my first cousin once removed every time I refer to him. Other wise I would get confused as to which Alan I was talking about. Anyways we bonded over our love for Fords, classic American cars, good steaks, southern gospel hymns, family, children, and guns. (Can you tell we are southern?) I didn’t have my Springfield with me (I didn’t have much of anything with me, LOL) but I said something along the lines of “Man, I only have a .40 because I was worried about the kick of anything bigger, but if it was in my size and price range I totally would have gotten a 1911. Colts made ‘em purrrty, but man… Kimber is just awesome.” Then he said “I have a Kimber .40!” and we went outside away from my Obama-Loving-and-gun-hating-uncle to his truck and swapped gun stories and he let me check out his gun. He also told me the neat story about the grips his wife had given him. It’s a really sweet story. He is 40 years old and has 7 kids, and from what I hear, a really sweet wife. He lives in a different state, but after I told Casey all about him he said we’d take a trip out there one day to meet them all. He came to see grandma alone, so I haven’t met his wife and kids yet. Its amazing how a distant relative about 20 years older than me and I have so much in common. Its amazing the bonds family can create.
His sister- my first cousin once removed Leanna, was sick while she was in the hospital waiting room getting grandma updates. I was only around her for literally 30 seconds (when I arrived she was leaving) but I must have gotten whatever bug she was carrying. I was a little sick on Saturday, but it got worse on Sunday. Monday (today) has the been the worse yet, but I am feeling better now that its late. I think it has finally ran its course. I started to go out to church on Sunday, but was so ill that I had to keep pulling over so I could get sick. I finally gave up and turned around, even though I didn’t want to, but I figured It would be better for everyone if I wasn’t throwing up all over the church.
I am meeting with the missionaries again tomorrow, and unless something else goes wrong or I get sick again I will be at church this coming Sunday. I really enjoyed the few minutes of the enrichment meeting that I got to attend, and I really look forward to becoming a member of the church and attending that ward.
I haven’t read any of my scriptures over the past few days, even though I actually had them with me, because of all of the craziness of the trip. I will get back on schedule tomorrow, and am excited to do so! Also, my journaling has been short and sloppy and in my day-planner (not my actual journal that I purchased after watching O Remember, Remember) but at least I am still doing it.
Oh, and on a little side note I began telling Casey about “the years supply of food” and he amazed me by excitedly agreeing with me about saving food and gardening. At this time we have different reasons for wanting to do this, but at least we are on the same page about getting it done, and done quickly. In the coming weeks I’ll be preparing our back yard for a small garden, and starting to plant seeds in little homemade green houses while I wait for the yard to be finished. When September arrives I’ll plant my seedlings (and hopefully) have a garden! I am really bad with plants, and we live in a area filled with bugs and birds and other small animals. I am still going to try though, and I’ll keep you updated on how it goes. I’m very very excited, and so is Casey! Yay!
Also, if you haven’t already watched it PLEASE watch the video I posted in my previous post “Lessons I learned as a young boy”. It is so incredibly touching, I can’t even use words to explain its emotional impact on me.
Its 12:07AM and I’m still a little sick. Goodnight ya’ll!
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I woke up a little late, and although i was exhausted from staying up late the night before taking care of a semi-sick husband (his blood sugar was low) i fought the urge to go back to sleep and actually woke up, got dressed, and got Sam dressed. Sam and I were both excited to go to church and even though I had woken up late, we left on time. I made it out to Tomball, Texas – the town in between where I live in Cypress, and where the church is in Magnolia – when I ran out of gas. At the exact moment I pulled into the gas station to fill up this happened. This also happened two more times before I made it home. He was acting fine before and after each vomit episode and by the time I got home and gave him a bath he was back to his normal self. Casey and I are planning on going next week. Maybe I’ll pack a spare pair of clothes for each of us this week, just in case.
Edited to add: I realize that he has holes in both of his pant legs. We are potty training, and that was honestly the nicest pair of pants he had that didn’t have poop on them.
My intresting story of the day…
Interesting things happen to me, or at least I think they do. I could tell you stories about how I have had every type of job from being a preschool teacher, to being a car mechanic, to working in a corporate office for an oil company. I could tell you about how I spent a little bit of time in Juvi getting my hair braided by a girl named Shataqua when I was 15. I could go on about the time that two different types of medicine I was taking caused a strange reaction and made my body go in to a false labor (I was not even pregnant at the time!) while I was stuck in horrible rush hour Houston traffic. How I have had the weirdest medical conditions come out of nowhere, and how I am missing an organ because of one of them. Hey, I could even tell you about the time I volunteered to donate my kidney to a co-worker, but ended up not. I love telling stories about the things that have happened to me. I like to think I live an interesting life. It might be boring to you though, who knows.
In this post, however, I am going to tell you about how my day started…
It was around 4:30AM and our dialog sounded as if it was straight out of a comedy.
Husband: (hitting the snooze button on his alarm clock for the gazillionth time) What the f*** is that noise?!”
Me: Oh, babe, its just the fire alarm.
Husband: Oh, ok.
:: 30 seconds pass ::
Husband: (calmly) “babe, I think the house is on fire. I smell something burning”
Me: (getting out of bed, putting on my glasses, grabbing my cell phone and walking into the hallway) “Yeah, I’ll go look”
::15 seconds pass ::
Me: “OMG! The Kitchen is on fire!” “Casey get up!” “Sam go outside!!!” “Wait! Casey you get Sam, wake him up and take him outside!”
:: I dial 911 ::
Husband: “Don’t call 911, I’ll put it out.”
Me: (talking to the 911 operator) “My kitchen is on fire!”
Operator: “where are you?”
Me: “in my kitchen”
Operator: “What’s your address, I mean?”
Me: “7314…”
Operator: “Get everyone out of the house, I’m sending help. I’ll stay on the line with you while you evacuate. DO NOT try and extinguish the fire”
Husband: (throws water on the fire.)
::fire gets bigger::
Husband: “well maybe we do need them to come…”
Me: “Don’t do that!” “get out!” “we need to get out!”
::My husband goes and grabs my two year old and hands him to me. I take him outside::
911 operator: “is everyone outside?”
Me: “No! My husband hasn’t come out yet. I’m going to get him.”
911 Operator: “No, don’t go back into the house.”
Me: “well, ok, I’ll just holler at him”
911 operator: “ok….”
::I see the glow of the refrigerator light through the kitchen windows. I get angry that he is getting something out of the fridge.::
Me: “I see him, he’s coming.”
At this point my husband comes outside fully dressed with a glass of water. (I was wearing what I had slept in, and hadn’t taken the time to grab anything other than my baby and my cellphone to finish up the 911 call.) Before exiting the house he also took time to clean off the counters. I guess he missed that day of school in second grade when the firemen come out and tell you what to do in case of a fire. Get out as fast as you can. Do not pour water on a chemical fire (which is what our fire was). Casey asked me if I was trying to cook in my sleep. I kind of giggled and assured him that I hadn’t done that, and asked him if he had accidentally done it. He assured me it wasn’t him either. I thought for a moment that one of our teenage neighbors, whom we have had problems with in the past, had snuck in and turned on the stove. I only thought this because when we woke up our back door was open and my dog was missing and the gas stove was on. As it turns out the dog set the fire and opened the door in what I can only assume was an attempt to let the smoke out. Amazing, right?
Soon one fire truck, one state trooper, and 4 sheriffs showed up at our house. They all asked us questions about where the fire was and if we knew how it started. I think the fire had burned out at this point, but if it hadn’t it must have been pretty small. Casey shut off the gas so that it would stop feeding the fire and it was dying out pretty fast after that. The firemen had a huge industrial size vacuum/fan type thing that they used to get the smoke out of the house and a thermal camera they used to check how hot the areas around the fire were. They assured us that even though it was very hot to the touch that it shouldn’t have caused any damage to anything inside the wall.
We don’t know exactly what had happened because we were sleeping when the fire began, but it appears that our dog, Takumi, jumped up to steal some food off of the stove top that was sitting in some Tupperware. When he was finished eating and jumped down his paw must have turned the gas – but not actually igniting the stove just yet. As the gas leaked there was a chemical reaction with the Tupperware and somehow cause it to melt. The liquid plastic at that time was ignited and that’s where the fire started. The flames were only about 3 feet high and about 2 feet wide and didn’t do that much damage. It really could have been much worse. Actually, the fumes from the melted plastic and the smoke from the fire were worse than the actual flames ended up being. I had a migraine and was sick to my stomach most of the day from what I inhaled, but we are all safe and sound now.
We need a new stove, and probably need to replace the light/vent piece over the stove because it has some minor damage from when the flames were at their highest. There was a near-by sippy cup that ignited and melted, as well as a cutting board, salt bowl and my southern living spoon rest that were ruined. Over all nothing irreplaceable was lost, and looking back we know we are very lucky to have all made it out safely, and blessed to have had help arrive so quickly.
One day I think we’ll look back and giggle over how calmly I said “oh, its just the fire alarm” and how Casey threw water on the fire at the exact moment the 911 operator told me not to try and extinguish it. At least now we both are on the same page when it comes to fire safety. Now if only the dog understood that he shouldn’t burn down the house in an attempt to get leftover squash…
Lets all take a moment to observe the loss of this innocent sippy cup. If only he had been in the sink instead of the counter. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I won’t even show you the tupperware… Poor thing.
Yesterday –
Yesterday was a Stake meeting at the church. I was really looking forward to attending. I woke up, showered, got dressed, and Casey got Sammy dressed. I looked at the clock as we were about to head out the door and it was already 9:30. I would not be able to make it there in time. I was upset, but Casey calmed me and told me to attend another church that was closer to home since Sam and I were already dressed. I called around and found a service that started at 11:30 in Hockley, Texas. This is a church that I used to teach Sunday school at, but had never actually attended a service. I asked Sam if he wanted to go to church and he said “Yes!” so I left his nicer clothes on and let him play after he ate breakfast with the intentions of attending church later that morning. About 45 minutes after I made that decision I began to feel ill, and it just worsened throughout the day. Needless to say I didn’t attend any church yesterday, but of course I wish I had.
Today I am still not feeling well, in fact I actually feel worse. I think I have the flu again (third time this season, actually. How weird is that?! Before now I hadn’t had the flu in like 10 years!). I do have a doctor’s appointment later though to confirm. I had been having chest pains yesterday, but since they are gone today I assume that they were just somehow related to my recent surgery, and not related to my vomiting today.
Anywho, I plan on reading from the Book of Mormon this afternoon after my doctor’s appointment. I might also re-watch The Restoration video.
Have a great day ya’ll!
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