Surprise!

Hey Y'all!

So probably most of you are aware that I am no longer in Brasil. Turns out that walking missions don't have much use for missionaries that can't walk. So they sent me home. I got the results of the MRI on Friday, my mission president showed them to the mission doctor on Saturday (who said, "Absolutely  not, get her out of here or she will break her foot in half"), and I flew out Sunday night. It all happened rather quickly. On the plus side, if you ride through the airport with a boot and a wheelchair, you get to cut all the lines. Fun fact.

So here I am! I guess this is the end of the blog, because nobody wants to read about how I sat on the couch all this week, watching movies and knitting a blanket. Doesn't have quite the same appeal.

I just want to say thought that I am really grateful for the opportunity to have served as a missionary. I learned a lot; none of the things I thought I would learn, but it was all a good lesson. I also want to say thanks to everybody who read. Knowing that I could turn around and write my experiences on the blog helped me get through some rather unpleasant situations. Like projectile vomiting in the street. I was able to turn to my companion and say: "Well at least this will make a good story." And while I'm pretty sure she questioned my sanity at those moments, it still helped. :)

Hopefully at some point I achieved my goal, which was to give the view of missionary life outside all the spiritual moments. Because everybody has been on the mass email list of missionaries. I have, and I will totally own up to what happens. They all write the exact same thing; spiritual moments, awesome lessons, awesome investigators, awesome meetings, etc, and after about 7 weeks I stop reading them. They never write about what life is like outside of missionary work. So I decided I would. I hoped that if I did that, people wouldn't put my emails in their spam mail. :)

So thanks everyone! Keep remembering all those missionaries who are having these same experiences, but they're just too classy to tell you about them. :) Send them some love, say your prayers, go to church, etc.

Love,
Sister Peart

Wooooo!

Hey Yáll!

So, news on the foot. That stupid doctor put another cast on my foot last week, right? At about 12:30pm. It was very annoying and constructed in a way that I could not move my pinkie toe. I took it off at 9:00pm Tuesday. But it´s ok, I took pictures. :)

So we gave up with the stupid doctor in the stupid hospital and decided we would go to a better hospital. One that´s farther away, but I had already been there, so I knew it was good. A member was going to drive us early this morning, but then she decided it would be a shame to waste our p-day (too true), so she offered to take us Sunday night to a foot hospital instead. After Conference we started off. When we were just about to get there, the car broke down in the middle of the road and after an hour it was clear that it was not going anywhere by itself. So we ended up riding back home in a taxi. No hospital.

But the secretaries made us promise to go to the hospital on Monday. So off Sister Alldredge and I went to the farther away hospital. On p-day. Again. We weren´t sure how to get there, so we asked for directions. When we got there, it looked more like a prison. I didn´t remember that detail. Then we found out that someone had led us to the government hospital. Not what we wanted. So we walked the mile to the other hospital. It was super nice, and super quick. Perfect.

This doctor was approximately five thousand times better than the other one. He looked at my foot, had me do some exercises to see which ones hurt and asked about any other tests I had done. He said he was pretty sure that he figured out what it is, so now we just have to go back tomorrow to do an MRI and make sure. And he didn´t put a cast on. They did give me a shot in my butt, which was a little bit traumatizing. Especially because it wasn´t even in the hospital. We had to walk all over the place to find a random drug store that was willing to carry out this rather specific prescription. And because when I sat down, I gave the lady my arm, and she looked at me like I was an idiot, while informing me the needle was not going into my arm. But what do you do?

Anywho. That´s about all that happened this week. I got to go to all four sessions of Conference, being a cripple and all, so that was pretty sweet. All the members of our ward judged me hard core for taking off my own cast. I was chastised. A lot. But oh well. :)

Also! I got a bunch of cards from the Young Women in the ward! Super awesome! I got to read them all in the break between Conference sessions. The other three Sisters thought they were pretty sweet. So thanks guys!

Have a great week!

Sister Peart