So, the big massive goblet of goobers this week seems to be my head and eyes. So, the fun part is that my eyes are causing the headaches! And guess what else? It's not the norm. After a long and terrible visit to the eye doctor, I learned that I'm far sighted, which means I can see really easily things that are far away, but I suffer when it comes to close up work. Stuff like drawing, writing, reading, or typing cause my eyes to hate me. As if that wasn't bad enough, my left eye sees significantly worse than my right eye, meaning that my right eye is doing a lot of extra work, and my left eye is doing even more extra work to try and keep up with the right eye. This explains why, when I get headaches, they focus their immense power on my left eye-It's because my left eye is literally killing itself so that I can see out of it. The big question is, am I getting glasses? (shivers at the thought) Well, yes and no. See, my left eye, when given a lense that helps it see as good as my right eye, screws my right eye's vision up, because of the differences in power and work that each eye is doing. That means that my vision problem is unfixable. Not even lazer eye surgery will solve it, it won't get any worse, and it won't get any better either, regardless of whether I wear glasses or not. Even so, I forked over a small fortune to get a pair of glasses, because my companion thinks they'll help me. They won't, for the reasons already stated, and I don't want to wear glasses in the first place. They won't correct my vision at all, but the doctor says that when it comes to close up work, like artwork or scripture study, that it would be best to wear them. I added a bonus feature to the glasses when I bought them that should make it easier to work with technology, because as I'm sure you all know, the mission is getting smartphones in December. Anyway, I have a personal hatred and disdain for all things in relation to this particular subject at the moment (the glasses I mean) and the stupid things won't even arrive until mid-December anyway, so please, NEVER speak to me on this subject again. It makes me want to die. Thank you.
Next up, the sacred time of gorging my face with enough turkey to make myself morbidly obese. AKA Thanksgiving. We had two dinners that day, and that's a surprisingly small amount of dinners to have on Thanksgiving, apparently. One of the dinners was with a Tongan family. That was the one that nearly killed me. Not only was there turkey, but stake, ham, chicken, and a whole concourse of other exotic meats and treats such as horse. No, I didn't try the horse, I'm not a savage. Anyway, the problem with eating at a Tongan family get together is that they don't ever let you finish eating. Ever. A notable Tongan phrase I've learned, that is surprisingly accurate, is "Kaike Mate" which basically means, "Eat unto death" That is not a joke. Your plate is empty, you get more food. Being full is literally an offense to their culture. This isn't an enjoyable experience, this is literally eat until you are so full that you never want to eat again-and then get seconds-and then get desert. I got so sick afterword I had to spend the rest of Thanksgiving laying down. Our ward, the Wahiawa 3rd ward, did what is called an Imu for turkey cooking. That's when they dig a big pit in the ground and bury all the food overnight. It's basically like smoking the turkey, but twice as good. It's actually more like you're steaming the turkey, if you want to get more technical about it. Regardless, I ate so much of it that I never want to see an Imu ever again.
Now, that's about half of the crazy things that happened this week, but I'm afraid my time here is too short to write everything.
Long story short, we got two new investigators. And one of those two is basically Reily Kalmar. What the heck am I going to do about that?! HELP!!!
Until next week. -"Kaike Mate"-
Elder Rogers
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| Elder Rogers, Ashby, Deadman and Orihela |
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| Elder Orihuela |
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| Wahiawa 3rd Ward Imu |
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