Game Time

Master Shifu

Alright, quite a bit has happened for me this week. But because I wrote so much on an unpleasant experience I had I will only touch on 3 subjects for today. 

First: we helped some members move the stuff from their closed store. 

We expected it to be a long service, but no where near as long as we expected. 

They had opened up around the time the virus became a worry for the world and everyone went in quarantine. They found that it was extremely bad for business and they had to close down their newly opened store. 

It took us about 6 hours of lifting to empty the store of all they owed. 

Second: we had a lesson set up by some members. 

The guy we were going to teach had been trying to teach the members how to play Dungeons and Dragons (I'll refer to it as D&D for the rest of the story). The deal was that we teach a short lesson and he would then teach us all all how to play, or so we thought. 

We arrived right as they were done eating dinner. As we sat down, our friend (I'll call him Dwain) brought out some pre-made character sheets and we jumped right into a story. My companions and I did not expect this at all. I figured that we would take forever explaining how to create a character and all that but nope. 

It went a lot longer than expected. Our adventure was simple, but we made it more complicated. To cut the long story short my one of the members tried to steal what we were trying to protect, so my companion made him soil himself and the member was kinda mad at this so he made his character kill himself. 

That's was our experience anyways. 

It was really fun, I was shocked to see my companions enjoying it, they seem to be more of the spoil sport type to me but they are alright. 

Third. On Saturday I woke up with the same sore throat I've had for a month. The members who we were going to watch General conference told us they woke up feeling under the weather, so I thought (oh no, I don't want to get them any sicker than they are, I'm going to load up on vitamin C). What a terrible mistake I made!

I hope this doesn't come off an angry, I'm laughing about it now, but then I was regretting just about every life decision that lead me to that point. 

So what happened was that I took 1,500 mgs of vitamins C more than 2 thirds of what the body can handle per day 2,000 mgs. 

I was fine until halfway through the first session. I felt a very violent heart burn and intense nausea. I was hoping this was something that some medication could fix like pepto bismal, but boy was I mistaken.

By overlording on vitamin C I threw off the pH level of my stomach acid. This made me unable to handle any food.

At first I was very covert about it. I snuck out to our truck during a Hymn and downed a couple pills to calm the raging storm in my stomach. Immediately after though hurled it back up. 

Thinking the worst was behind me I went back inside and acted like nothing had happened, wrong. The members gave me a cinnamon roll and halfway through eating it some time later I had the same results. 

Knowing now that something was wrong, but being a missionary, I still ate the food that was offered to me, like a broken pencil sharpener taking the pencil and doing its job, but throwing all the shavings around in the air like confetti. (I wasn't that bad, but I thought a good visual would be nice).

The members were being nice, but oblivious to the fact I was ill ,gave me more food, but I had learned my lesson this time around. They are some of the nicest members I know in the area and I don't hold them even with the slightest contempt. 

My companion a little bit less oblivious than the members noticed something was wrong, and offered to let me lay down in the back of the vehicle instead of driving the hour back home.

Keep in mind that I was still feeling heavily nauseous and it was a bumpy ride.

I'll just say that it was more than once that I made them pull over so that I could get a quick ab workout, and it was only the day before where I actually had a legitimate ab workout. Needless to say that I was hurting.

Around the time we got back in town I was pretty drained. My companion suggested that we go to the store and get a Powerade to resupply those lost electrolytes. Then I saw what would save me, it's bubbles and carbonation beckoning me to take a sip Ginger Ale! A drink I knew that would helped my troubled stomach. (as I was writing this, I was struggling to come up with other names I could use instead of ginger ale, like red head whiskey or Irish swig but I realize that it would be easy to confuse with real alcohol so I though it would be a bad idea. I think I would never put anything like that in one of me weekly emails. 

Anyways that drink saved me, and from the point I started sipping it I started feeling better, the battle in my stomach was dying down and I haven't lost lunch since. Now I'm all better, just have sore abs.

That's my report for the week. I hope y'all had a good General Conference like we did.