Dec. 9th

Soooo, Here is the scoop...I will tell you in a day to day outline so you will understand how it all happened;

 

Wednesday: I went on an exchange with a rather new sister missionary and we visited a lady who had the stomach flu. She told us not to come in but she is getting baptized this next weekend so it was pretty important that we saw her. We had a great discussion and finalized some things for her to get baptized. The rest of the day we went on our merry little way and everything was fine.

 

Thursday (When all the drama happened!): So I was fine that morning and we went to district meeting and had a lovely time throwing snow at the elders and then we ate lunch. I was kind of feeling queasy so I decided to eat a little slice of Cornbread. (Yeah the paramedics didn't think that was smart) Then we went to Habitat for Humanity. It's just like Goodwill. We did some service there by decorating the Christmas section. (which I love to do) I started to feel really really weird. I couldn't think straight because I felt so queasy and then I kept having to go the bathroom. (which isn't usually that unusual for me, but I had to go #2. But it was more like #1 1/2 cause I had diarrhea. Sorry for the gross details.) So instead of doing 2 hours of service we just did one. Then we high tailed it out of there. Once we got home I changed into some pj's and layed down and I was out. I woke up like 3 hours later and I walk into talk to my companion and I get super queasy and go to the bathroom and I puke a TON! I haven't puked that much since after cross country practice. (when mom made me go! and dad laughed at me and said "holy cow that's a lot of throw up!") Do you remember that?! Cause I DO! That was about 8 years ago. So I figured I got the stomach flu that lady had. I was super sad about that because that lady was sick for almost 2 weeks. I felt better after puking but I decided to go back to bed. I woke up about 2 hours later. The elders came to bring me Pepto-Bismol and gave sister quist some chocolate. (so nice!) A lady in the ward who was suppose to feed us that night came and gave us some chicken noodle soup and some herbal tea. (also super nice) I asked them if they could give me a blessing and they said sure. They gave me a really nice blessing promising me that I would heal quickly and I would be back to 100% in no time. I thanked them and they all left.

 

about 30 minutes later........

 

I went into the bathroom again because I felt like I was going to puke again. I was kneeling by the toilet and all the sudden I felt like I was going to black out. My hands started going numb. That freaked me out a little bit and I started breathing fast. I knew that I just needed to catch my breath. So I started doing some breathing exercises that my cross country coach taught me. But for some reason I couldn't get my breathing under control. My hands started cramping up and that's when I yelled for sister Quist. She called 9/11because at that point I had gone into a full panic attack. It.was.horrible. Luckily they got to our apartment really fast. They were really really nice and helped calm me down really quickly. I was fine in no time. They checked all my vitals and hooked me up to a little heart monitor. I was fine and they explained what happened to my body. They said it was because my heart rate was super low and because I was dehydrated from being sick and not drinking enough fluids. They said the panic attack happened because I freaked out a little when I was blacking out. They told me how to come out of it. If that where to happen again. I was super grateful they were there. After they left everyone and their dog freaked out because they thought I Died. But we explained to everyone that I was completely fine. I was just tired and felt like I had just ran another half marathon....without training for it

 

Friday:

I don't really remember Friday because my companion informed me that I slept a total of 20 hrs....whoops.

 

Saturday: I slept in but we actually were able to teach three lessons that day. We came in early and I went to bed early.

 

Sunday: I was completely healthy as a horse. Like nothing even happened. I did have to rip off the heart monitor things that they stuck to me and that wasn't fun. But before I did I took a little picture of my tag attached to my heart monitor sticky thing. hahah that was pretty funny.

 

 

So that was my crazy story of almost/but not really dying. I am so much better now and we kind of joke about it now. haha. I'm sorry if I cause much stress in your neck of the woods but I hope you can feel better to know that it was just because I was dumb and didn't stay away from that sick lady when I should have. Thank you so much for your emails of love and concern. I Love you all and I hope you have a GREAT WEEK!!!!!

 

 

LOVE YOU

 

lOVE SISTER JONES

 

P.s. I now have an even stronger testimony of the priesthood and priesthood blessings!

 

picture is of my tag and heart monitor thing haha