Haha where do I even start in describing this week? Let's see if I can start from the beginning....
Okay, so last Monday, my companion and I were so busy with "resting," we didn't bother about lunch or anything. We got everything done early so that we could climb the hill located in the center of Los Mochis with some members. The Lord loves us, so he provided an abundance of food from every person we saw. We were given hamburgers, tortillas, frijoles... you name it, it was given (so great!) to us.
But then... not so great.... Tuesday was a day of complete unrest where my body was crying, "oh no, these things do not belong." I had a wonderful case of stomach flu and a high fever rolled into one. After receiving a blessing, I spent the afternoon in the hospital (Never again will I spend an afternoon in a hospital here). The hospital was clean and all, and they all knew what they were doing, but they gave me an IV and made it seem like I was dying. Ridiculous! Then, around 8:30 that night, the doctor told me that I couldn't leave because I had a minor fever and that I needed to be in "observation." There was no way! They had "observed" me enough (and they basically left my companion and me all by ourselves, so.... so much for observation) We called the president and some members in the ward, got permission to leave the hospital, and arrived happily and home, my companion dying of hunger :)
The fever persisted the next day, but I was being taken care of quite nicely by my companion and the ward members. I was just so happy to be able to be in familiar walls, where doctors weren't using big words that I don't understand. The members were all too busy to help us with our appointments (we called everyone and only one was able to help for a couple of hours... but we kind of need two... one to babysit the missionary that's sick and one to work), so we watched The Testaments and all the other church videos we had in the house.
And that was the great highlight of the week! To avoid similar problems in the future, I've put myself under restrictions as to what I can eat, so that I can work with all my heart, might, mind, and strength. It seams to be working... haha... I haven't gotten sick in a couple of days... :) I won't be getting sick again!
But really, I am still loving being a missionary! It's such a blessing to be able to work in this vineyard!