This week was interesting. I'd heard that older missionaries' bodies fall apart at the end of their missions, and I didn't fully believe it, but oh man is it true. I feel like Sister Gaillard and I are always having some kind of medical problem (nothing major, promise) on alternating days, and while it's not enough to kill us or keep us down for TOO long, it's enough to be a little exasperating, hahaha.
This all came to a climax on Wednesday, when Sister Gaillard passed out on the subway. In the busiest station in all of Hong Kong. Typically I would have just dragged/carried/probably taxied her home, but since it was SO PUBLIC chaos ensued. The MTR staff called the medical personnel, as is policy, and pretty soon (for privacy) they had her up on a stretcher and into an ambulance. (Side note: this was my first time in an ambulance. I rather enjoyed myself. Ambulances are cool.) Sister Gaillard was already doing better by now, but they recommended going to the ER just to check up on her, and since ambulances are free, we figured we might as well, so off we went. (Because of the heath-care system here, the ER isn't as scary as it sounds, promise. Pretty much if you have a flu or any sort of slight ailment you take yourself away to the ER.) Basically, Sister Gaillard is fine, we had a good time chilling in the hospital, and we had an even better time hanging out with President and Sister Phillips (who came to be with us) until they released her. And we felt rebellious and cool getting home past midnight. The shining star of this whole experience is a sweet member who I'd never met before (she's from a different stake) named Sister Wong. She was coming back from work (going home to her fam) and happened to be walking by RIGHT as Sister Gaillard fell to the floor, and then she stayed with us and dealt with all the medical papers and such until 10:30 pm (three hours later), when President and Sister Phillips came. AND she speaks perfect English. It's like God knew that we would be needing a mother figure and sent this sweet angel right as we needed her. I'll never be able to express enough of how grateful I am for her. God is good. And Sister Gaillard is alive, don't worry.
We met a lot of really cool people on the subways and buses this week, so that's been really fun! Hong Kong is full of super awesome people and I'm sad that I can't get to know every single one of them.
Anyways, life is good. God is so aware of every single one of us and He knows exactly what we need. Trust that and trust Him.
Love you all! Have a good week :)
Gayauh!
Sister Wasden
郭姊妹
Pics:
1. Escaping the hospital, featuring a lot of laughs
2. In case you didn't know, Hong Kong means "Fragrant Harbor." There are indeed a lot of harbors. (No comment on the fragrance.)
3. Games night party with these cuties
4. Boat selfies
5. Ukelele--fave pasttime
6. Combined ward party :)
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