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MRI - I Need a Steroid Shot - S,P,I,N,E - Can You Say "Herniated Disc"? - Updated


O the wisdom of God, his mercy and grace!-2 Nephi 9:8 
Farewell, Appomattox Ward

Monday, October 20, 2014

Dear Parents, Mom and Dad/Dad and Mom,

Well, it has come to an end. My stay in the Appomattox has come to an end. As per usual, the work has picked up and is looking up. Elder Young is staying here. I have mixed thoughts. 

One, my biggest worry is the cortisone, or steroid shot. Honestly, I am not too concerned about getting the shot. I pretty much have had enough of the back pain. I understand that when you age your back tends to hurt, but seeing as I am in the prime years of my life (before everything starts declining), it is a major problem. It has been a minor headache just to get anything done for it. That is why I have had enough. 

To get a shot or live with pain? That is the question. http://ichemepresident.wordpress.com/

With transfers, I have no clue where I am going. I am hoping to be in the Richmond Stake, or Zones, because my appointment is in Richmond. However, I am not sure it will be that easy. For all I know, I could go west to Waynesboro Stake, which I might. If I go north, I have strings to pull, but I seriously do not think I will be going north any time soon. Either way, now that the medical officer knows that I am being transferred, there is a movement for me that wherever I go, I have a ride set up to take me.

My other thoughts are more directed on the area. I tried really hard to do my best. I also had times when I hit depression and stress. Maybe it is a good thing that I am leaving, though there is so much more that could be done. I still believe Dinwiddie should be tracted and there are new subdivisions. There is a great amount of potential. There are certain less actives that have potential. This area was almost a dead zone, but now there is a great amount of potential. It took long enough, but now my work is done. I would have loved to have stayed for Thanksgiving and Christmas, honestly. There are many good members in this ward. It is a bit heartbreaking. However, my work is finished here.

(A couple things. When people found out I was leaving, some people thought I was going home. I get that a lot at times. One sister missionary after a meeting this past transfer asked me if I will be going home the next transfer. I got that back in Woodbridge. I laugh and take it by stride. Another thing is with the shot. The medical officer asked how I reacted with needles, which I honestly told her the only time I will ever push away is if I have been knocked out and wake up to stabbing by a needle. Like when I had a tooth removed, possibly my wisdom teeth. It may seem irrational. Let's say, if you wake up and what you are afraid of is on you, like a spider, you are not going to be, "Oh, a spider. How nice," and simply brush it off. No, you are going to flip out and kill the spider, smashing it into tiny little bits. LUCKILY, though, I will be awake and on Valium. So, there is no flipping out in the future. Plus, I will get a blessing before hand and I will memorize a few scriptures.
(Update, he took Valium and was knocked out completely before the procedure but he was awake during the procedure.  While waiting for his ride he was able to call his mother and talk to her reassuring her that everything went well.))

Monday happened. Not much to say about Monday other than we cleaned. 

Tuesday, we took care of our missionary business and visited with our, permanently stuck here, member. She is managing, and actually went to church not this Sunday, but the one prior. She has been trying to get to the bishops' storehouse ( a Bishop's storehouse is a place where commodities for the poor and needy are kept. If possible, the person receiving help can offer to work there in return. The LDS idea of welfare is to help people feel good about themselves and get back to a self-sufficient way of living.) and try to do her duty (spending some time helping others or stocking shelves for others who are equally less fortunate). We visited her a couple times before some friends of her's came and took her to Pennsylvania. (She went to the church and so I believe God blessed her with a little vacation.) 

We had our house inspected and we passed. The car passed also, despite some things that needed to be taken care of. We had lunch and we tried to see some people. Then, we had dinner where I overate. Since that, my stomach has been on edge and I have to be careful about overeating. That will make Thanksgiving interesting.

Wednesday, it rained. For October, I have yet to wear a long sleeve. It is getting chilly though. It rained that day very hard. We had lunch at our returning to health returning to church member's house. By the time I got inside, I was drenched. It was a great time. I went up to St. Francis and got my MRI. It was in a little trailer, which I thought was odd. I was trying so hard not to fall asleep. The 15 or 20 minutes passed relatively quickly. I was quite still. I did not get results then and there. 

Then I had dinner and we contacted a referral. We received this referral from an unlikely source. There is a nice man in our ward who is not all there mentally. So, this referral was not all there mentally as well. She wants to be baptized, she likes Mormons (even defended us), and is willing to accept and do anything. We had to slow her down a bit and take her through the process. It is great that she is committed and willing to be baptized (and fits D&C 20:37), but we have to hold off from baptizing her. There is the question of accountability and we know of one issue that could be a small interference. Plus, there are steps she has to complete. She came to church yesterday (though she probably fell asleep during a couple of meetings). She is a really nice lady.

Thursday, we had district meeting. We checked up on our permanently stuck (or temporarily) less active member. Then, we cleaned the church with some members. That was exhausting. My back was sore and I was tired. I had dinner with the recent convert and returning member couple. It was a great little dinner and much appreciated after that work. It was his birthday this past week, which we said happy birthday. On Friday, we stopped by his house again for dinner and it was a really excellent time. They were sharing stories and talking. 

Also that day, we tried to contact more referrals. One of them is another new investigator. She has good potential and she has a date for baptism. Hopefully, we can continue contact with her.

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I got my results, after calling the doctor twice, because I mixed up phone numbers. The doctor was reading me the results using medical jargon. I laughed to myself, because my entire thought while he was saying all these medical terms was, "And I took physiology, not anatomy." (I am pretty sure I  would not be able to understand it either way.) So, my L-5 and S-1 disc is the herniated disc (it is one disc that separates the L-5 and S-1 of the spine). Which explains a lot, even some pain that I had discounted for whatever reason. (Okay son, the L-5 and S-1, got it.)

Saturday, we tried more people. We went out with the elders' quorum president to help with his hometeaching. We did help our returning to health returning member with moving his bed back upstairs. (Son, as I read this I hope when you say we, you meant you were directing the effort and not lifting with your BACK!!!) Meanwhile, the first new investigator of which I talked about called three times, by the third time crying, because nobody was picking up the phone and she was trying to reach us. I did not hear the phone and neither did my companion. Of course, it never helps when the phone is on silent. I never understood why my companion puts the phone on silent; vibrate is a lot better and you still might not hear it. 

Sunday, I said my good byes to people and took pictures. There are more good byes to be made, even to our neighbor who told me to say good bye. I had dinner at the family before mentioned with Dad's bestest friend, or the recent convert of which I was here to see baptized. It was the usual thing and as always, a lot of fun.

Well, off to new adventures!

All is well!

Love,

Elder S. Todd

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Colonial Heights to Appomattox

Monday, October 27, 2014

Dear Parents, Mom and Dad/Dad and Mom,

Yes, I am in the Tappahannock Branch with Elder Henstrom. My address is (address blocked) which is a member's home. So, it is safe to deliver packages here. We live in the basement and as soon as you step in, you enter into the kitchen, living room, and bedroom. It is a quaint place and I quite enjoy it. Plus, the members that we live with are extremely nice. It is a nice area and we have to cover a lot of ground. The branch, and most of its members, is determined to become a ward; in fact, the branch president knows how much increase is needed to reach a certain number, wherein it will become possible for them to be a ward. I met the members and a few of the less actives already, so there is much positive things in this area. In a strange coincidence, it has been a year (October to October) since my trainer, Elder Meibos, left me and I joined Elder Longman as a companion. Where did Elder Meibos go last October? Here in Tappahannock; thus, the strange coincidence.

No, I did not lift the bed. I use "we" a lot, because that is my mode of thinking now. I think of "we" more than "I" or my companion. Elder Young made sure, along with the members, that I did not lift anything and that I was comfortable. I have been telling people here that I have a bad back and had/have a herniated disc. I make sure I lift nothing too heavy. Right now, I am trying to rebuild my strength, because I lost a lot of it from not exercising and resting because of this back. Elder Henstrom understood that I could not lift anything and has been helpful. I have expanded his understanding that I am pretty much grounded from doing much (raking leaves, lifting, snow shoveling, etc.) that involves my back. He said that he will stop volunteering me for things (which he was doing, but he did not fully understand at the time). Thanks to the people of whom you have been communicating with, I have received a back brace, which fits and is helping.

Elder Henstrom is a nice elder, who is quite helpful. We get along quite well. He was a big reader back at home and we have similar interests. He and I are working hard. Oh and, yes, he does like Avatar. (Sorry, asking them whether or not they like Avatar: The Last Airbender has become tradition for me.) I have been blessed with companionship study again. I enjoy it even more now.

Monday, I said the last of my goodbyes. I said goodbye to the assistant ward mission leader and the people of whom you have been communicating with. 

Tuesday, the morning of, Elder Young had an appointment, which did not take long. Then, when we got home, I packed. I did not pack much until that morning. I had not been feeling up to, but it made my back feel sore. I was hurting that day (I could not take anything several days prior to the shot). I went to transfer meeting where I was told who I was with and where I was going. After the meeting, we headed back to Tappahannock where, along the way, we stopped by a CVS, so I could get my prescription needed for the cortisone shot. (I did not do it beforehand, because I had to go through the series of approvals. It was not until Monday that everything was set in stone. It was necessary approvals.) We arrived to our car and saw some people on the way back. It was a long way back, but well worth it. I met some of the people who we are working with, including a recent convert. Once we arrived to our apartment, I unpacked slowly and met the members upstairs. 

Wednesday, we went out with this one person. This person is into WWE along with his family; he has come up with his own things if he became a wrestler. Elder Henstrom told me about it and we told him not to jump on my back ever. We saw one person with him before he had to go back home. After that, we tried to contact potentials with success. Some of them are new investigators, whom we are working with now. We have a nice little pool of investigators. That night, we went to Mutual (Youth activities for 12 - 18 years of age.. Most of the branch goes there on Wednesday, so I met a lot of the members, including the branch president. (They are very competitive, especially in volleyball.)

Thursday., the day of which I received my cortisone shot. The missionary medical doctor, of whom talked to Mom, had told me to take one pill two hours before the procedure. One was enough. The senior couple, who willingly and thankfully rearranged their schedule, took me and I was asleep before we even got out of the driveway. Now, I deviate briefly to explain something else interesting. I met the senior couple before back in Appomattox for when the recent convert of Appomattox, of whom I was there to see baptized, was baptized, their son came and baptized her (for he was the way that she was introduced to the gospel). They came down at that time. So, I met them before. We arrive and I miraculously awake enough to walk from the main entrance of the hospital to where we actually needed to be. I arrive and they tell me, "Oh, our equipment was down yesterday. We had to cancel all morning appointments, which we called. Would you like to still have your shot today? The doctor will be coming in soon." After saying yes, I soon found myself on a stretcher, slowly awaking more. They check my vitals and I am sure that was when my anxiety started to kick in. Every time they decided to put that one thing that checks your finger's pulse and oxygen and what not (without pricking), I asked what it was and what it was going to do. I do not like doctors and still do not. After lying there a while, a nurse asked me why I looked so distressed. I requested my scriptures, which she retrieved from Elder Henstrom. Then, she said I looked a lot more happier. I feel asleep again. But each time, I think the medicine was wearing off. It was about eleven thirty when they did the shot. They gave two stress balls to grasp onto, which I grasped onto them like an octopus with its prey. My heart rate increased, my breathing was anxious. Which caused me to shake a bit. So, when it was all done and I talked to Mom, my voice was shaky, because I was trying to calm myself down. The rest of the day I rested. I did nothing as per instructed.

Friday, we went out with the WWE fanatic and was able to meet more people and contact more people. That night, the branch had their Fall Festival and I met more members. I also got to judge chili again. Thankfully, we did not get to take home. I was actually thankful, because I remember last year when we did, we ate nothing, but chili for an entire month (a bit of a exaggeration, but still true). 

Saturday, he worked on the progress record while I did family history. I have been trying to add information in before I try to find people. I find some good things, some sad things, but I love it. It is a giant puzzle. We tried to see more people, but we had little luck. Sunday, we had church and meetings. It was quite positive. We helped a member with their hometeaching. Then, we had dinner with the members upstairs and their family. Then, we studied.

I am quite enjoying it here. It is great. I will try to add a bit more detail; I am still trying to sort out everything and try to come up with descriptions. I am doing all that I can about taking pictures and calling ahead.

All is well! And my back is feeling A LOT BETTER! I can actually use my left leg without it taking forever.

Love, 

Elder S. Todd

I Deliberately Sneezed! - éternuer - niesen - чхати - nyse - עֲטִישָׁה - чихать

An LDS missionary, somewhere in Virginia, deliberately sneezes.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Dear Parents, Mom and Dad/Dad and Mom,

Let me begin with my back situation. I go to the doctor and I am in the room immediately. He comes in and asks me the story of what is wrong with back, what happened, etc. I told him what has occurred since July and about how sneezing made it worse. 


Now get this, he asked me, "You just randomly sneezed?" 

Sarcastic Answer: "No, doctor, I deliberately sneezed." 

(Do not worry, I said yes and not the sarcastic answer.) After getting my story, he walks over to me-- mind you, I am on that bench, bed thing and my legs are at 90 degrees-- and straightens my leg to 180 degrees. Then, he asked me where it hurts, which, of course, my leg and back were on fire at that point. I am also sure he could tell that I was in pain when my eyes nearly bulged out from him straightening my leg. (And if I was not in pain at that point, then I sure was and there after.) Once discovering that, he tells me he will be right back. 

Time passes and he comes back in with another doctor. My diagnosis? Herniated disc. Tomorrow, I get to go back to the hospital and get an MRI that will show where my herniated disc is and if I actually have one. Once confirmed, I get to consider treatment options. Do not worry or panic. The doctor is good, despite the silly questions and inflicting pain. It is me. I still do not like doctors and I have my reasons for that.

That is good about my driver's license.
 (His renewal can be done online.) I remember last time, I believe, before I left we did try to extend it. They just said that I would have to wait. At least we have made progress in that regard. 

It sounds like my dog is who she is and trying to make friends. Keep an eye on her, please, as I know you have been doing.

My week was good. On Monday, we Met the Mormons ("Meet the Mormons" showing in theaters but privately shown to missionaries.) before I came to email. With that movie, we are not allowed to be near theaters or watch it in theaters. For us missionaries, they still wanted us to see it, to talk about it with members. It is a good little film that shows 6 actual members living the gospel standards. Some break the ideas that people have of Mormons. Some show how we benefit those around us. I definitely liked it. Our lunch appointment that day turned into a dinner appointment. We also finished with combing through the potential records. The potential records are officially divided and we have started going through our list. No success so far.

Tuesday, we had some cleaning to do and we tackled a closet and organized it. We also tried seeing one of our less actives, but it did not turn out. We tried contacting a few other people, but it did not turn out, except for one. One person answered the door (a less active) and she did not let us in, but did tell us what days are best for her and her non-member husband. After that, we both agreed it would be great for us to try that house again. She had potential; the Spirit was strong about that. Normally, I do not get that feeling. We stopped by a few people after our dinner appointment; one of them who is the returning member who has overcome health issues.

Wednesday, we had our district meeting. The ward mission leader took us; he was fighting falling asleep. So was I. I did not sleep good that night. I have been able to fight falling asleep in cars, but I have been more and more exhausted lately and I am reverting back to sleeping while as a passenger. My companion was in the back seat while the two of us in the front were falling asleep. On the way back to Petersburg, we had correlation. When the assistant ward mission leader took us out for dinner, we went to see people instead of heading to the church. One person was not happy at all in seeing us, because we did not call ahead and he was eating dinner. All of the people we tried to see were not answering their doors. Finally, I decided, based on a prompting, that we go see the returning member who has overcome health issues. It turned out to be a good visit.

Thursday, we had interviews with the mission president. It was the usual interview. I agree that we should not overly abandon tracting Colonial Heights and surrounding areas, but I am still adamant in storming Dinwiddie. I have a strong feeling about it. (The thing is, my companion likes finding potentials; it is his favorite form of tracting. I am working around that.) We tried to see people after the interviews and lunch. Then, I had my doctor's appointment.

Friday, we planned and went over the potentials. We tried discussing things. We tried to see some more less actives. Not much happened on Friday. Neither on Saturday. There was a child of record baptism and we were in charge of filling the font. Filling the font took 5 hours, as per usual. (It takes five hours, because people want the water warm and we have a energy efficient water heater, which means water heating takes a while.)

Sunday, we had church. A less active who is permanently stuck here made it to church once again. Hopefully, she can keep at it. We tried finding more potentials and had some success of at least meeting them. Then, we had dinner over at the family (or as I feel bad in calling them as I did, the family who feeds us a lot). Dad's bestest friend (a recent convert who shares on Facebook a love of soccer, Southern manners and the topic of the "rapture") was there and we taught her about tithing.

Columbus Day, the library and post office was closed. The schools were open, which was different. We cleaned and rested. I made my companion a grilled cheese and a milkshake. I put seasoned salt and basil on the bread. Well, I oversalted it and cooking it got rid of the seasoned part of the salt. So, it was a bit salty. Then, I slightly burnt one side of the bread, which he scraped off. I gave him potato chips, which are overly salty. Dinner, needless to say, was salty. He was so cautious of eating it, because he did not watch me cook it and previous experiences with companions and them cooking meals for him have turned not for the best for him. (I guess it does not help that I have scared him a lot, but he scares easily). After dinner, we headed to the church, where we received info about a returning member. We tried another recent convert and his wife. He was awake, but she was not. We helped him with obtaining a LDS account on lds.org. He ordered scriptures.

Those calls are this weekend. I am not guessing this time. I have no idea what is going to happen. For all I know, I could be gone. My companion sure thinks I am gone. When members have been asking about transfers, he tells them when they are and that I am mostly likely gone (or "he's [referring to me] gone and I am staying"). He is even acting like I am leaving. I am going to hold off on making guesses.

All is well!

Love,

Elder S. Todd

P.S. Really, Sweets? (Reference to the TV show "Bones.") That is sad. Either you were going to tell me or eventually somebody was going to tell me. Also, do not worry about feeling out of the loop. I feel out of the loop most of the time. Not sure if that makes you feel better, but just know that I also know what it is like. And so does Somebody else.

Virginia Richmond Mission: Prayers Answered





Monday, September 29, 2014

 Dear Parents, Mom and Dad/Dad and Mom,

 Wait. In general conference, those of a foreign language get to speak in their language? Where did you hear that? I have heard nothing of that and it is probably too late to ask where you heard that. That honestly sounds exciting. That will be great. (Speakers spoke in several languages including Cantonese, Portuguese, and Spanish.)

About my back (pinched nerve), I guess you got some information from my letter to Mom, which I am glad that you did receive. I will reiterate it here as well. Honestly, I am a bit panicked about it, but not too much. It is quite obvious that God is aware of my plight. Like I wrote to Mom, after talking to the medical officer and hearing that I was managing (and I am), I felt confused whether or not I should see a doctor. I made up my mind with the medical officer that I would; however, I was still confused and if I was just rushing into it due to my emotions. Through prayer, I received my answer that I should see a doctor. Rather call right away, I took a nap for an hour until I was woken up by the phone. I ignored it until I thought it might have been important. Sure enough, it was the medical officer. She told me that Missionary Medical, the secondary insurance (it is not insurance but will pay any balance owed while a serving as a missionary only) I do have for the duration of the mission a green light for me to see a doctor. (She gave me a number to call, which I did and it was the number the doctor gave me back in August.) I am allowed to receive an MRI, which is to be covered by my primary and Missionary Medical. With a chiropractor, I understand that you would love me to see one, but we have to be sure of what it is, lest I have more damage. If you feel unsure, I recommend prayer for surely God will answer. (Regardless, I will ask the doctor if I should see a chiropractor.) I called the doctor and set up an appointment with Dr. Joseph S. Kim. (The people asked if my insurance wants me to see my primary care physician before I go see Dr. Kim and I was like, "I am unsure.") So, I have an appointment on October 17th at 9:00. It is a bit of a wait and I asked to be put on their cancellation list, wherein if someone cancels, I can take their spot. (I have not heard anything back on that.) From Monday, I have felt some kind of pressure on my spine that hurt. I did something I probably should not do, but I twisted my back in order to make it pop. That relieved the pressure and it was a blessing. It did not make anything worse. I have taken one of muscle relaxants thinking it would help. It did nothing, except make me dizzy and my mind fuzzy. I hate drugs that mess with my mind. I did stop taking ibuprofen for about a day on Thursday (in order to take the muscle relaxant so that I could be worry-free of mixing drugs and causing damage), in which case leg pain did return. And then, I fasted yesterday and I say this to make another point that God is watching over, not to be as the hypocrites. I knew that ibuprofen had been helping (at least in masking the pain) and if I wanted to take ibuprofen, I had to eat and drink water. I understand that fasting is not foregoing food and drink for a duration of hours, but a principle of sacrifice. Yet, I wanted to fast. I am not going to let something such as pain get in my way. So, I prayed that my pain would be, if anything, lessened that I may fast. My pain was lessened until about dinner time. Surely, God is aware of my plight as He is aware of your worries. Thank you for giving me the information I needed. Now I know that we are switching to Blue Cross, which is something I needed. And I hope I gave you enough information to know what is going on. Oh and I have a bunch of forms emailed to me, which I am so not looking forward to doing. But, they will get done.

Monday, we had received another referral that we tried to contact. We were not able to do it. Not much happened on Monday.

Tuesday, we tried seeing one of our less actives that we set up an appointment. But, it did not work out. So, we saw another less active, the less active who is stuck in Virginia, now permanently, which she is okay with staying. We talked of the Atonement and told her what she needs to do. We had lunch, then we set off to see our hospital patient. It was our last visit at the health care center. We watched a missionary video with him, which he enjoyed. Well, on Thursday, the day he was supposed to get out, he got sent back to the hospital for a blood issue. On Sunday, he finally arrived at home. Back to Tuesday, we saw one of our returning members. He has been working on the piano and trying to get back into it. He says that he makes a lot of mistakes. I can hardly tell.

Wednesday, we did our routine tasks and then saw our home bound less active (home bound due to his father, who was in his old age and not wanting to go anywhere). We talked to him for a while. Our investigator that usually comes stopped coming and has not been coming to meet us to be fellowshipped by this less active. The less active was feeling sick, so he went to rest. We had correlation that night and were able to discuss a few things. The bishop says that there are a lot of new subdivisions in Dinwiddie County. We live in Colonial Heights and Dinwiddie is far from us. I always felt right in my decision with living in Colonial Heights, but I have yet to see why. I have been holding on and I continue to seek out why. Surely, there must be a reason.

Thursday, it was fairly nice day. We had district meeting in Lawrenceville and had a nice lunch with a member (who took us to Lawrenceville). We had to weekly plan afterwards, so we went to the church to do so. In that time of going home and driving to the church, we received three calls, all of which were a huge blow. One was our hospital patient who at that time was sent to the hospital. Another was the home bound less active. His father had just passed an hour before. There was another call of which I cannot explain as to what it pertained. We planned until dinner. It was an excellent dinner with one of the recent converts and his wife. Friday, we finished planning. We went out with the elders' quorum president to see the home bound less active. Then, we saw our permanently stuck here in Virginia less active. We started to read the Book of Mormon with her in order to get her started.

Saturday, we read to ourselves the Book of Mormon. We read individually. My companion listens to the audio CDs and I turn on the A/C to drown out the CDs, so that I can focus. I closed the blinds, because I can only focus on one thing at a time. I did not want to be distracted. By Sunday, I got to Moroni 7 by 10:30 that night. 10 pages to go. So, this morning, I finished. I bear witness that the Book of Mormon is true. I had a lot of concerns and questions. By reading and being receptive to the Spirit, I gained the answers that I needed. I learned principles and I realized many things. I say that the Book of Mormon will answer our questions. It will bring peace to a hungry soul. I know the story that is contained in the Book, but every time I read, I learn something new that is pertinent to me at that time. The Book of Mormon directs me to God. By it, I know that Jesus is the Christ, that He is Our Savior and Redeemer, wherein if we believe on Him, we can be saved as we repent. I know of God and His mercies to His children. I have gained a more stronger witness of the divinity and truthfulness therein of the Book of Mormon. I know that God does answer our prayers as I have seen this week and when I have prayed to know of the truth. Seeing as God has answered my prayers, then surely He will answer our prayers, even as Joseph Smith, the prophet, who received the record that we now call the Book of Mormon and that was translated through the power and grace of God. I know this to be true and I say this in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

 Love,
 Elder S. Todd