September 17, 2009
Dear Family,
It is my first preparation day an it feels good. I got really sick Thursday night and had to go to the hospital. They kept me there all of Friday, so all I did yesterday was sleep, drink Gatorade and eat pretzels. They gave me a shot in my hip that hurt so bad that I could barely walk to the bathroom and it totally knocked me out too. So I slept all day on Friday for about 8 or 10 hours straight during the day. I am still limping a little bit from the shot today. I can’t believe it still hurts. But I think that it will get better. It was really weird because the room they kept me in had no clock or anything, or windows so I had no idea what time of day it was until my companion finally came to pick me up.
I go all better though, they seem to have gotten rid of my disease. BTW its the same thing I had before I left, it just kept getting worse. But the Doctor said it was some sort of “Gastro” + something + “itis” viral infection. But whatever shot he gave me and the pills he gave me seemed to work because today I finally feel like myself again. It is not nice feeling nauseous all the time and not having to worry about a bathroom. But Thursday night was extremely miserable.
Continue reading ‘Out of Hospital, "all is well"’
24 September 2008
Dear Family,
I made it okay after my first day at the MTC. It was extremely long, it felt like a week. All we did was go over expectations and guidelines.
I am still sick, it isn’t getting better, if anything its getting worse. That made the day feel even longer, and miserable and hard to concentrate.
I had to get more shots, a HEP A Part II, and an influenza shot. Aft that I picked up my books. I have SO MANY BOOKS! Sherry wasn’t kidding when she said 16 pounds of books. All of the languages get different books but I swear it was at least 20 pounds! I have 3 huge French Textbooks, a French “Prêchez mon Évangile” (Preach my Gospel), that orange church grammar/phrase book that we saw at the BYU bookstore, a French Bible, a really nice French Triple Combination (it is a leather one with gold sheets like my american one), this monstrous binder with like 3 reams of paper in it, a bunch of planners and handouts, this huge French dictionary. Which is like 2,000 pages and weighs 5 pounds by itself and a ton of those church packets in French also. Plus I always need to carry my english copies of all of that stuff too. My pack can’t fit it all. But it should be OK because I will only need to carry around my French copies starting next Monday.
Continue reading ‘I Feel Sick’
This is the first day of Elder Curtis’ mission from the home front. The goodbyes at the MTC weren’t tearless, but they weren’t the heart wrenching drama that we had been led to expect or that they are for some. There was some sadness over knowing that we will be separated for two years but we appreciate the importance of the work and that in turn tempers the pain. We have been blessed to spend the last several days together as a family making the final preparations and visiting extended family. We know that he is ready to face the challenges that lie ahead. This going to truly be his greatest adventure and one that will ”provide the opportunity to mature spiritually and emotionally.”
Continue reading ‘The Day After …’
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September 24, 2008 in
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Tags: Adventure, Book of Mormon, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Family, Mormon Missionary, MTC, Provo Utah, Scriptures, Sick, Tears.
Well, the day has finally arrived. Elder Curtis began his service as a missionary at 11:30 AM MDT today.
With all of the final list checking done and bags packed (by Mom of course), he put on his favorite new suit and tie. We loaded his bags into the car and headed to the MTC. At the MTC we were greeted by a host of volunteers that worked with such precision that it almost appeared to be an intricate ballet. We were motioned to a specific spot on the curb and a cadre of volunteers descended on the car like the best valets. Doors flung open and everyone was carefully helped out of the car, except the driver who was given specific instructions on where to park. The luggage was unloaded and I was off to park the car. (This crew of elderly volunteers would have made any pit crew not only proud but jealous.) Elder Curtis and his Mom were directed to the luggage drop off point and in a few minutes we were back together and ready for pictures.
The Field is White and Ready for Harvest
Continue reading ‘The Long Goodbye’
The countdown is well underway with just three days to go. We are now in Utah. We have visited Mr. Mac and stocked Elder Curtis up with two-pant suits and white shirts. The list is now very short and we are just trying to enjoy each others company as much as possible.
Three Generations
Continue reading ‘Missionary Toast’
