I woke up with a headache. That made me sick to my stomach, though I don't think it was a migraine. Being sick to my stomach makes me miserable. I didn't think to take Advil before church, which would have been the smart thing. I just didn't think about it.
I made it through sacrament meeting, barely. I decided to try and make it through Sunday school and barely made it. As we were transitioning from that to the third block for combined meeting, I had a Sunday school teacher come up to me and ask if I was alright. He is a doctor and gave some tips and offered to help if I needed anything. Then a former student's grandma came up and offered to help. (Of course the whole time I was in tears. I am not tolerant of pain at all.)
They didn't have to come up and talk to me. They may not even realize how touched I was by their actions, but I felt blessed to be in this ward.
When I have cried in previous wards or looked obviously unwell, people would quickly ask if I was okay, I would say I would be fine, and all was left at that. Not this ward. There are some weird things about the ward, but the people are very caring friendly.
I am certainly blessed.
And I'm glad after a nap and some Advil, I finally felt better!
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