Howdy,
It's been an interesting week. Transfers usually prove chaotic but this week had a fun little twist. Monday night we came in late to the office after some teaching appointments to get some last-minute things ready for transfers. I was helping Elder Parry by cutting the incoming missionaries' ID cards on the paper cutter, but apparently, I wasn't paying attention very well (and also I was using the side without the guard) and I ended up cutting a lot more of my finger than I did paper. I quickly wrapped it up without really looking at it, and we finished getting everything ready. Fast forward to when we get home at 10:15 and I quickly go to clean out the wound and get to bed because it's WAY past my bedtime. So I take off the tissues I had used as a bandage, which had bled through a couple layers, and it was then that I realized it was worse than I thought. I had cut through my nail, and my nail as well as the end of my finger was chopped off and hanging on by a piece of skin. There was blood everywhere and it looked really nasty so I started feeling pretty nauseous. We decided to call the mission nurse to see if I needed to get stitches, which was a very bad idea. She asked for pictures and talked to a couple people and then told us that it looked bad, but that since all the urgent cares in our area were closed we needed to go to the ER. So there we were, heading to the ER at 10:30 at night. I was not happy about this. A piece of advice to anyone going to the ER - don't change the bandage right before you go out they'll never look at you. I wanted to go home, but I was told I had to stay. So I waited in the ER waiting room for 4 hours in the middle of the night so that I could be told that no stitches would be necessary and they put some super glue on me. They did give me a work note saying I didn't need to go to work for 2 whole days though. That note went right in the trash. We got home a little after 2:30 AM and were up at 6:30, running and presenting at transfers by 8:00. It was a long day. Luckily we got to bed at a reasonable hour the next couple of nights and now we're doing great, with a sore thumb and an even stronger desire to never call the mission nurse.
Other than transfers and the ER it was a pretty normal week. I did my first ever muscle up so that was fun. One day while we were tracting in the rain I found 48 pennies. I was completely amazed. I spent a couple moments in shock and then Elder Parry said "You know what you can buy with 48 cents? Absolutely nothing." That might be true, but life, like collecting pennies isn't about having everything all at once. Good things come through small but consistent efforts. I may not be a millionaire (yet) but I am 48 cents richer. When we do our part, the Savior will help us to be our best each day until we get to where He knows we can be.
Quote of the week: "I want this meeting to hype us up, just like us guys get hyped in the locker room about sports or how girls get excited about cheer or... reading books." - Elder Cox our district leader.
Keep Striving!
Elder Rogers
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| Beans and sausage again |
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| Elder Parry and I |
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| ER in the middle of the night (don't change the bandage) |
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| Sending Elder Leavitt to France |
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| Sending Elder Leavitt ×2 |
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| I can't spell |
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| Noodles |
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