Week #2--post surgery

Hi,
I'm doing great.  Six hours of class Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday is hard.  It's school all over again.  The work is hard.  My new companion is good.  I am in the same zone, just in the district that came the week after me.  I moved in with them Sunday evening.  One reason that I like this district is because there are sisters.  Because I moved with a district I made it an odd number of elders.  That means that I am in a trio companionship.  It's different than having one companion.  The people going to my mission left Monday morning.  But everyone else left this morning.  It is hard to see them go.  It was hard to see them go because they were great people, but also it was hard because I was supposed to leave with them.

Now the big news that you have been wanting to hear.  I go back to the hospital tomorrow to see the doctor.  He will tell me then when I can be released from the MTC.  I don't really know who will be flying out with me.  I might take a bus because of the elevation change.  I don't know really.  But I hope I don't have to take a bus.  I'm feeling a lot better.  It just mainly hurts when I use my stomach muscles.  It's fun to tell people that I got stabbed three times.  I'm tired of explaining the story to people.  But when I do tell people, I'm quite popular.  One sister at gym told me that I was a hero.  That made me feel good.

When I got back to the MTC on Thursday, I stayed in the clinic until they close.  Then I went back to the clinic Friday and stayed the whole time they were open.  All I did was sleep.  They had a sick bay for me.  The medicine that they gave me for pain helped me sleep.  We sometimes referred to my pain medication as drugs.  When we left the residence, sometimes the elders in my zone, that entered the same day that I did, asked me if I had my drugs.  I then made the comment that I was a drug dealer.  It was really funny.

I went to the temple today.  It was really great because I didn't get to go last week because we moved on my p-day.  The chapel was so big, I counted 15 rows of seats.  After I saw how big it was, I then felt stupid because if you think about it, big temple equals big rooms.  and lots of rooms.  And if you think about it further, I should realize that I'm in Utah.

Sunday in Provo is so weird.  There are no cars, nobody on a bike or long board.  No one is even walking.  You don't have to push the button or look down the road to cross the street.  It was crazy.

I have more to say, but it's time for me to go.

Love you lots!!