23 July 2011

"As I Have Loved You"

"If you don't love someone very much, you probably haven't served that person enough."

I think I am going to try to serve one of my coworkers, who I have no so kindly been referring to as "He who must not be named"
I'm friendly, I know. I try to be nice when I'm around him. However, whenever he opens his mouth, I want to punch his esophagus. That's bad. I know. I'm mostly awful. But. That doesn't change how much I want to do it. Not yet.

So. It's time to serve. Ideas? I also don't want him to think that because I'm serving and being nice, that it means I want to get with him.

19 July 2011


What  a crazy couple of weeks!

But today, the presiding feeling is best surmised in:

 35Now have we not reason to rejoice? Yea, I say unto you, there never were men that had so great reason to rejoice as we, since the world began; yea, and my joy is carried away, even unto boasting in my God; for he has all apowerball wisdom, and all understanding; he comprehendeth all things, and he is a cmercifulBeing, even unto salvation, to those who will repent and believe on his name.
 36Now if this is aboasting, even so will I boast; for this is my life and my light, my joy and my salvation, and my redemption from everlasting wo. Yea, blessed is the name of my God, who has been mindful of this people, who are a bbranch of the tree of Israel, and has been clost from its body in a strange land; yea, I say, blessed be the name of my God, who has been mindful of us, dwanderersin a strange land.

Even so will I boast ... blessed is the name of my God. 
That basically sums up how I feel today. Things are good, happiness is a choice. I am happy. The last few weeks have been really crazy.
I was exposed to Tuberculosis , earlier this week. My supervisor soothed that the likelihood that I would actually contract it was minimal, but given who I am, and my luck, we just couldn't be too sure. I took a skin test, and was directed that if in 48-72 hours, I had any bump at all, it was positive. As I hung up the phone, I knew I needed help. 
"Be prayerful ... You need His help, and you know you need His help. You cannot do it alone" (Pres. Gordon B Hinckley) I offered a quick, but very fearful, heartfelt prayer. 
TB? How will that affect my life? could I still go on a mission? Could I still live my life normally? Who would want to date a girl so contagious, that she has to stay in a negative pressure room, lest she infect everyone else. I started painting a portrait of the rest of my life, without even having a diagnosis, or even a test done yet. 
I took a deep breath and started making calls. Mom, Brother, Home Teacher/Elders Quorum President, Missionaries, Visiting Teacher, Relief Society President, Work, Home Teacher again, Mom again. Work again. And a few friends. I needed help. A ride to Denver to get the test. A blessing from whoever would be able. And general support. I emailed my partner, who, of course, was out of the country when this went down. 
I prayed again. Within an hour, things started to line up. The Elders dropped their tasks to come give me a blessing. My work sent an ambulance to pick me up and take me to get the test. The grapevine / phone tree was working it's magic.
Three days later, I was shocked. I had a 3-4 mm bump. I was positive.
What the shenanigans! I am not supposed to be tuberculotic! I asked for help! I prayed. I trusted. 2/3 of those, I typically don't do! I went to get the test officially read. Then I went to take a nap. A few hours later, I received another call. Though I had a 3-4 mm bump, I was deemed negative! NEGATIVE! After I'd been told positive! 
I would have to repeat the test ever 3 months for a year, but I was out of the clear. What a blessing! 
Prayer changes things. 

Other things in the last few weeks:
Back injury at work. Ouch. Self medicating with hot tub and ice cream therapy!
Lost my phone. Just ordered a new one today
I made it until July 18 before I had a mosquito bite! Now I have about 3 million. 
My life is exciting.

PS. Harry Potter was incredible!!