Today is Friday and it has been raining since Tuesday when I finished mowing the lawn. Luckily, I got it mowed before the torrents and winds came. Yesterday was the worst. It rained all day and was so dreary. I was fine in the morning, but for some reason had a mini meltdown in the afternoon. I felt like I would never learn Italian and I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, I am sad to say.
We talked to Christy last night, who is a lucky duck and gets to be in Hawaii. She made me laugh and I felt much better, just getting to talk to her. She said that they had been to the beach to do some snorkeling at Napili Bay. The waves were quite big and kept knocking her down and rolling her back toward shore as she was trying to go out to snorkel. Finally she didn't fight it any longer and just let herself be rolled over and over right up to the shore. She was laughing as she told us the story. I could just picture that happening. It tickled my funny bone and made me forget feeling sorry for myself.
She also told us about the night before they left for Hawaii. She got home from work and was alone down in their basement apartment. She heard someone crying upstairs and didn't think too much about it, supposing the girl upstairs must be babysitting someone. Then it kept getting more and more distressed and she could tell it was someone just sobbing and sobbing. She got an urgent feeling to get upstairs as fast as she could. She didn't even take time to put her shoes on. She knocked on the front door and no one answered but she could hear the crying really loud, so she just went in. The girl, who is about Christy's age, was lying on the couch drenched in sweat and was crying uncontrollably. Christy kept asking her what was the matter, but the girl was unable to make any sense or speak. Finally Christy heard the worded " blood sugar too low" and she ran to the frig and got some soda. The girl was almost in a coma . Christy had to cradle her head and force a few drops at a time into her mouth. So she finally came to and could talk and said that she was diabetic and also was pregnant and had been vomiting so hard all day that her blood sugar levels must have fallen way too low, & too fast and she could't think straight and was trying to call her mom but couldn't remember how to. They were finally able to call her mom, who came over and took care of her. But it was such a miracle that Christy came home when she did and that she heard her crying and followed the promptings of the Holy Ghost to get upstairs before it was too late. A great example of following the promptings we get from the Holy ghost.
Tuesday night and Wednesday night were spent at the hospitals with different ward members. One hospital was 1/2 hour away + half an hour to find a parking spot, and the other hospital was an hour and a half away to the south and a half an hour to find the hospital after a wrong turn, and then an hour to find where in The hospital this branch member was. There were no information booth
M. s with patient information. We took a sister from our branch with us, who is her friend, and she must have asked 20 different people where to go. She finally asked a doctor if he knew where this lady ppwas and he had no idea, but a lady overheard the name, and said, that's my mom, I know where she is. So we found her with another tender mercy from The Lord.
There use to be a branch down in her town, when she joined the church about 20 years ago. Her husband had died before she was baptized and all of her kids were grown. No one else joined in her family. The branch was closed and the missionaries were taken out of the town due to persecution from the town. So she is a member of our branch now. But unfortunately we are so far away
and she is in her 80's and can't make it to church on her own. I know that she was so happy to have us come. Italian hospitals are certainly different than we are use to. There are about six patients per room. No dividing curtains when the doctors come in to check you. The word privacy doesn't exist in italian. From 6-8 pm are visiting hours. It must the the social hour of the day. Every room was overflowing with visitors. I bet there were 20 visitors in the room we were in. Everyone is talking as loud as can be and it all sounds like italian to me! One patient in the room had just gotten our of surgery and was still very out of it. The patients family sees to a lot of care that nurses normally help with in the states. I really don't want to have to go to the hospital at all while I am here. I am adding that to my list of things I pray for, along with the "gift of tongues"
Paul went over to the church at 6:30 this morning to try to fix the printer there. He worked and worked on it, and finally got it fixed! He is now working on one of the computers there. Sister Baretta wants to have a genealogical library at the church. Paul is trying to get 3 or 4 old computers fixed that were up in the top floor attic of the church so they can be used for genealogy.
We visited with a family from ur branch this morning. The mom is the Relief society P
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