really quickly i need to explain a story really fast i am typing like a mad man so hopefully you can all understand. i debated telling you about this Mom, but the Doctor said that it would be a good idea for you to understand what happened and maybe run it by a few local doctors and diabetes doctors. here is the experience, bear with me:
It happened last saturday right after lunch. I was eating just like normal when suddenly I became overwhelmed with one of the worst feelings of like life. the only way i can explain it is that I felt wretched, like terrible. Not sick or nauseous like flu or anything. Anyways, I stood up from the table in a daze of feeling like crap, and then the next thing I remember is waking up to a medic asking me questions in our dormitorio. I can't remember what happened for about the next 25 minutes of time.
Now i will explain what happened when I couldnt remember through the eyes of my companion:
basically i stood up from the luch table and repeated 4 times, "I feel awful" I seemed out of it but my companion thought that maybe I was just joking around. So we left the lunch room and I was able to manuver around and through crowds of people just fine. We decided we would go get the mail, and since I am district leader I am the one who opens the mail box. We walked all the way to the mail room, but once we got inside, I looked into some random mailbox, and then immediately left the room. I went into a random room and stood and stared into a corner. By this time my companion knew something was up, so he grabbed my arm and tried to talk to me. I just looked back at him with a look that he said reminded him of his grandpa with dementia, aka. he knew I was totally consciously gone. He figured it must have something to do with diabetes and I has already taught him how to give me a shot incase of emergency, so he started to try and guide me back to our room. I wouldnt respond or talk to him at all and I kept walking straight into buildings or turning the wrong way. (that part actually sounds hilarious I wish i had a video) . when we finnally got to the room he basically had to force me to sit down in a chair while he prepared the needle incase I passed out. At this time he checked my blood sugar and it was 87. (keep in mind I had also just eaten lunch so it should have been rising) I was wide awake so he didnt stab me with the needle or anything but he got some other elders to run and get a medic. They dont have a doctor at the mtc on Saturdays so I was helped by the security guards who arent trained medically. Right when the showed up is where I start coming back into the real world. Everything slowly begins to focus and I can hear him asking me questions so I answer him back, partically in spanish I guess haha I dont remember it all. Then they left and the only advice they had was to wait until I felt better and then go back to class.
Okay that is basically the story but here is some important background information:
My continuous gulcose monitor was in my pocket the whole time, but for some absolutely unknown reason it stopped receiving signal from my sensor for about 35 minutes. Guess what? that 35 minutes somehow exactly gaped the space of time that I dont remember anything. What else is weird is that the tests right before the experience, my blood was 102, and then when it picked up signal again, my blood was 115. so my blood was perfect (we think) or else the experience could be pinned on a dramatic drop in blood sugar. But no, of course coincidentally it just didnt happen that way. Also, immediately after my eyes didnt dilate super well.
For the whoel experience the only think I can remember is feeling hopeless and trapped. Like i desperatley wanted to respond and react but I couldnt. and also there is no imagery, it is as if my head is filled with white noise so to speak.
I went to the doctor to ask about it because honestly I didnt know what happened. But he said he counldnt diagnose it very well vecasue it wasnt happening right now. He said that he has seen alot of missionaries do suuupper weird things because of stress and anxiety. But i dont feel stressed at all! I feel perfect and happy. So he said that since I dont have any experience with it in the past, and since I am young and healthy, he doesnt think anything bad will come from it. But he also couldnt diagnose it either.
I honestly feel fine, I couldnt be happier. In my honest opinion, and I know this may sound strange, but: I think the adversary was giving me an excuse to come home. Everything about the situation feel uncanny and weird. I feel secure that nothing will happen again, and I would rather just move on and continue working. It may sound like a scary situation mom, but I promise it wasn't life threatening in the slightest. Just run it by a doctor if you have the chance and tell me what advise they have, or if it seems familiar to them at all.
Okay moving on to the happier stuff! This week has been really cool. A benefit of passing out is that me and my companion are way closer now hahah! also, we have been dominating on the volleyball court so that helps(; Life is wonderful here though, I am learning spanish faster and faster but I still feel like I could do more! there are so many thoughts and phrases in my head everyday I just wish I could comprehend them all. Something I forgot the mention last week though is that after the first week and a half, I have memorized: The missionary purpose, The invitation to bautismo, and the Primero Vision, pluse half of James 1:5. All in spanish! It is super cool because right now, it is kinda hard to feel the spirit in a lesson when you are struggling with the sentences you want to say! haha, but especially when I recite the first vision by memory and hold the pamphlet with the boy Joseph's picture in that Sacred grove. The spirit is always there. El espiritu santo will always testify of truth. Wow I am honored to share this message. Joseph Smith is and always will be my hero. The lessons have been getting better and better, which always feels really nice. Sorry this letter is kinda lame, I am trying to think of everything that happened...
Oh one thing is that we had a substitute teacher named Brother Mella! he said as soon as he say my name tag that he knew brady from Uruguay! he said that he met him a few times at the central bus station or something in Montevideo. But ya, he is a stud.
Also the package you guys sent was amazing! I wrote in my journal that I feel too blessed to have a family like you all. I love you more than words can say, fam. (side note: they confiscated my salami because it needs to be refrigerated. sorry mama! haha)
That is another cool thing though, since I am diabetic I get to have a personal fridge in my apartment. Everyone is super jealous because we get to keep all of our drinks and things in there.
Sorry I feel like I am super needy, but I have a few requests if possible:
Razors. I think I am the only elder in the whole zone that has to shave every single morning, it sucks. But ya mine are basically disintegrating.
And the cord that you sent with the new camera doesnt fit-so I will need another to charge it sorry!
Also, socks are super important and stance makes the best pairs, the only promblem is I can only wear socks that match my slacks so basically conservative patterens in: black,blue,grey
I know they are expensive so dont send them if you cant. But if possible, just slip a pair into a package every now and then!
Also, the Dear Elder thing is way cool! try and send my info to everyone who gets this letters please mom! a little note in the middle of the day always helps!
and lastly, pray for me because I am pretty sick right now. Just a basically cold, I am doing fine. But i dont mind prayers(;