So much going through my head
Willamette Temple
Health
Friendships
Pain
I have a friend who has always wanted
to see the “Mormon” temple. I had invited her
to the open house. We went day number one.
No lines. No waiting.
She enjoyed some of the tour, but not all of it.
Of course she had questions.
We went out for lunch; she had a rice bowl with
a southwestern flavor. I had chips and guac.
We enjoyed one another’s company.
It had been a long day for each of us.
I don’t know when I started getting sick.
I either threw it up, or it went directly
through me without digesting.
I was to the point of eating only a few
ounces of food at a time.
Within a week I had lost 14 pounds.
What was making me sick? Did I have a virus?
I don’t think I was contagious as
neither Jaime nor Richard ever got sick.
Richard decided to try his hand at the flea market.
Jaime went with him on Friday.
He said there were only three vendors.
I went to a different location on Saturday.
There we befriended a couple and arranged
for someone to pick them up and take them
to church on Sunday.
I went to church mostly out of obligation
to them. I left before the first meeting
had ended. Jaime took me home.
I was up all night on Sunday. Up and down.
In bed and on the toilet. I woke up at 8:15
We went to the home of our new friends and
took them to Springfield so that they could
see the temple. They are
forever grateful.
Eating food off and on. Sometimes it takes.
Mostly I’m still feeling like I have traded
my cough in for something worse.
Where is my happy medium?
