Did church this morning, then called Chancey to wish a belated Happy Birthday to Reagan. It was fun to talk to them, but the connection was poor. Probably the internet was busy as it was around noon here.
Had the worst night of my life last night. My stomach hurt so bad that I thought Sister Sessions would have to run me to the hospital, and that really scared me. I took some pills and got feeling some better and slept through after. We went to church and had good meetings.
Brother Beriong arranged for me to see a doctor tomorrow at 4:00 pm. We have to go to Iloilo in the morning early to meet with Elder and Sister Taylor and work on CLS testing. I think we can make it back in plenty of time. I really need to get all this figured out.
We had a good day yesterday in the service project. It wore me down and I got sicker, but we had a good time. I have got to get over this sickness. It sucks . . .
It was sort of a typical church service project, with little planning and not much thought. We parked up the hill from the ocean and could have filled our sacks with sand right from behind Elder Miguel, but noooooo. We walked down the hill and filled them, about 50 meters away and carried them up the hill to the truck. We took two loads, so the second load we behaved a little more intelligently and loaded from close. Glad the Sisters are strong to help us carry the bags. It wore me out. . .
Sister Winward and Rappleye showing their stuff. |
Elder Ortiz. He is an animal . . . |
Sister Viliami hauled a bunch of sacks. I'm thinking she is the toughest of us all. Tongan tough. |
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