Hey everyone! Unfortunately, I won't be able to share my sage thoughts with you in a more personalized, one-on-one way, due to circumstances as unforeseen as they are unfortunate.
This hospital room, to which I have been confined since Thursday afternoon, has no wifi. In fact, the entire hospital has no wifi. (Like you, I originally thought France was a first-world country--until last summer when I discovered, amid a windless 40°C heat, that apartments in Paris actually have no air conditioning.) Thus, I have no way of getting your emails nor responding to them. I assure you, it's definitely not for lack of spare time. I shall write this on my tablet and have my companion take it, go grab internet somewhere and send it to you all.
I'm not sick, nor am I injured, in case you're wondering. Unless "sick of being in this room 24/7" counts. Satan wanted to hinder missionary work by having them bring a perfectly healthy elder into the hospital to do a million tests to make sure I'm not dying of tuberculosis. That's right, tuberculosis! The reasoning for this is that I was in contact with a missionary (I saw him a grand total of 7 times) a year ago who later got the disease. Luckily, the Lord saw straight through Satan's plans, and instead of leaving busy Amiens missionary-less for a week, He provided the convenient situation of my trainer being in a tri-panionship in the not-far-away land of Versailles. So he replaced me and is doing awesome missionary work with Elder Carson, and I'm sitting here...not doing that.
I ran out of time! They're taking my tablet away to send this. Love you all!
|(The only good thing about this hospital stay is calling, texting and FaceTiming with family!)|