Last Sunday: Sam Orton's farewell talk. This day just kind of brought the reality of the situation to me that Sam really is leaving. He did a great job on his talk and overall it was a great day full of friends and happiness and fond memories of better times. With the fact that he was leaving looming over us all day.
Monday: I went to work. Work was pretty much the same. I think we went to wing shack this day? Verify me if im wrong. After work we watched The Burbs. Pretty good movie props to Parker.
Tuesday: Woke up and felt like I needed to throw up, then I did. Spent the day at home sick and watched The office all day. Then went to turn my papers into the bishop, said bye to Sam.
Wednesday: Longest day of work in my life.
Thursday: Just another long day of work with my mind lost all day.
Friday: Really busy day at work. Then I went to the carnival later with Jeff, Parker and Andie.
Saturday: Slept in. Went and spent way more on a new phone then I planned to but it is pretty sweet. Then I got ready for the sweetest show of my life. Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band, it was awesome. I really wanted to get an autograph and would of if I knew Parker was staying late to see him and got to touch him. But really its my own fault.
Sunday: Dropped my parents off at the airport and saw the Real Salt Lake team and didn't have the guts to bug them and ask for an autograph again. Then I came home and went to church. It was really strange to not have Sam there and a reminder that he is gone but i'm pretty sure the church is still true.
With all of my best friends leaving on missions soon and me getting a call pretty quick I have been thinking. Among other things oddly enough it has been making me think of Eragon the book series. I am a fan of these books and I know how geeky that seems but I do like them. In the book there is magic and spells of all sorts but the ultimate way to use magic is to know a persons or objects true name. The true names are not the name you go by like "Creed Stephens" there like a description of your deeper personality. I feel like this is how mission calls are and if you guess where someone is going then you know them and its almost like their true name. I wish I knew my true name right now..
This will do for now but I am still not satisfied at all. And as for the title of my blog I thought I had a good one but then I realized how much better it could be. Plus the one I had in mind reminded me of a blink 182 song so that kind of blew it.
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So I decided that my blog title is pretty lame and needs some work. The sad part is I can't think of anything better at the moment, and by better I mean inspirational/deep or something better then just my name?? It just seems like I have been using my name for everything lately. Is that really selfcentered of me? Or am I just very uncreative and unthoughtfull. Well by the end of the night I should have a new title and hopefully have worked on my blog a lot. So really there is no point to this post. the end
So yesterday I had the wonder full opportunity to get my wisdom teeth yanked out of my head. I went to an office called Utah Surgical Arts. I would recommend this place I think, it was very nice and a pretty comfortable environment to be in.
The first room they took me in was not that great. I'm not sure what you would call it, kind of like a patient informing loby room thing. Anyways there was carpet flooring and a computer on a desk in front and to the side of me, and above it was an x ray viewer. I was sitting in the middle of the room on a type of patient chair and the doctor just explained what was going to happen pre op and post op.
Then they took me into the surgery room where I sat on an even bigger chair and more comfortable. The doctor's assistant then rolled up a big desk that went over my lap and it had some big rubber tubes on it that I didn't really want to know what they were for but I had a pretty good idea. Then she hooked me up to a few machines that im guessing monitered my heart rate, pulse, respritory rate, and other important things.
We were telling some jokes and I could hear the beeps get faster and when I took deep breaths it would get slower. Finally she did the only part I was really nervous about. The IV. Really it was nothing to be afraid of, it wasn't any worse than a shot. And those don't bother me at all. Then I saw her push some drugs into it and thats all I remember till I was in the truck riding home. Over all the recovery has been the worst but im just glad to have it over with.