She huffed and She Puffed until...

This weekend has been one that has brought amazing challenges in itself and I am so grateful for the constant reminder I have received in many numerous ways to put my faith and trust in the Lord and he will direct our paths. This week past has been beautiful in terms of weather and I had the opportunity to wear shorts and flip flops on numerous occasions throughout the week even though it is the middle of October! This weekend we had planned to go to Calgary for the weekend but our plans were stopped short when both Jonathan and I kept getting the feeling that we shouldn't go. It was the worst feeling in the world because Cale went through the temple yesterday to receive his endowments along with Sarah.

As Jonathan and I discussed if we should go to Calgary or not there was such a want to go but such a desire to stay because of midterms that happen this week and next for school. We prayed about it and still had the desire that we didn't know what to do but the feeling we both seemed to receive is that we needed to stay but we both wanted to go. Finally, both of us came to the conclusion that we should stay and we were both heartbroken that we couldn't be there for Cale and Sarah's special day along with the time to share thanksgiving dinner with our families. We ended up staying in Edmonton and for good reason. Although we both felt super sad about not being there, Heavenly Father knows the overall effects of what is going on. On Saturday morning, Jonathan and I went through a fun car wash where it is like its own amusement park ride. You put your car neutral and it pushes you along where it first showers your car, then washes it with scrubbers using the fun colored smelly soap, using the huge rollers to wash the soap off, and then blowdrying your car clean. It was turning out to be an okay weekend even though we stayed in Edmonton. But by, two o' clock in the afternoon I was huffing and puffing, I was struggling to breathe and my inhalers were done and not giving me any hope of getting any new breath. Finally, I looked at Jonathan and said, "Jonathan, I need to go to the doctor's!" It was a feeling that I hadn't had since I was a child the scariness of feeling the breath gone and no hope of getting anything new. I was scared and Jonathan was my saving grace.

We hopped into the car and took off trying to find a doctor's office. Edmonton due to its small town feel of the late shows being at 6:45 pm you can only guess what happens on Saturday for doctor's offices... You're right they are closed! Not just one or two but seriously all of them. So the next best thing is the hospital. So little did we know when we set off that the doctor's offices were closed it wasn't until we pulled over and ran into the nearest mall that has a doctor's office that we found out. Two wonderful old ladies who were selling raffle tickets helped us in our quest for help. They told us the direction to get to the hospital and we were off to the Royal Alex Hospital. Jonathan drove quickly while I huffed and puffed in the passenger's seat... it was horrible because every time we stopped at a red light, the people in the car beside us would stare at me like I was some kind of freak show. I probably looked funny as my face looked white and I made funny faces struggling to get air but it didn't feel very funny. It took us only ten minutes to get to the hospital and we missed the first turn off for emergency. Luckily enough there is a senior's home across from the hospital and so we parked there and Jonathan quickly hussled me across the street, j-walking in the process. I thought people weren't going to stop but I think one look at me stopped cars for miles because as soon as we hit the edge of the sidewalk the cars slowed for us as if there was a red light. Jonathan took me across the street to the first building we were close to, and brought me inside but no one was there. No one and so we went to another building.. closed! Are you serious isn't this a hospital so we went back into the first building and Jonathan grabbed a wheelchair that was in the middle of the building with no one around. Jonathan said he was thinking the whole time "an old man is going to come out of the washroom and be like where did my wheelchair go?!" Jonathan was so good because he plopped me in the wheelchair and we were out the door. Jonathan pushed me as he ran down the street to emergency three blocks later. We got to the admittance desk and within a matter of seconds they had called the respiratory therapist and had me a bed. The nurse at the front told me to slow my breathing down because in this whole process of gasping for air like a dying fish I had started the process of hyper-ventilating. When they were finally able to get me to breathe with my old man wheeze they rushed me off to the emergency room where they started me on the process of breathing new air. Within an hour and a half I was full of 10 puffs of ventolin, 4 puffs of flovent, and 4 puffs of another more stronger air ventilation system. I was grateful for how kind the nurse and doctor was and you could tell they were doing their jobs not because of the money they would get paid but because of the love they had for the job. We were in the hospital for two hours and by the end of my treatment I was shaking from the effects of the medicine. The doctor was amazing and wrote us a letter to use for school, work, and our landlord about how much the cigarette smoke from the apartment building was affecting my health so I think either we'll have to move or get an air purifier which still causes problems once in a while for asthma. So we'll see how it goes.

Once we got out of the hospital Jonathan took us to Edo where we got sushi and some Sukiyaki Beef. We were going to eat in the restaurant but we decided to go over by the stake center and sat at a park there and ate our supper. It was really good and wonderful to have such a supportive and wonderful husband who runs me to the hospital because i sound like an old man.

I guess the other thing that happened this weekend is that God must have a sense of humor. We got called by Brother. Tremblay to come to church at 9:30 to have an interview with a member of the bishopric. Really this can only mean one thing... this means you are receiving a calling. So we get to church and I told Jonathan even before we go to church, oh I will accept any calling except anything in primary... dun dun dun... guess what my new calling is.. to be a teacher for the ctr 6 which I think is the eight and nine year olds. UGH! I don't know i know we are supposed to be excited about our callings and be happy to serve the Lord but I just don't like primary I was so excited to move away from Sunridge and now I have the same bloody calling as before. Jonathan was called as a ward missionary so that is alright. We'll have to see how it goes. But I guess Heavenly Father must have a sense of humor to give me the same calling as before... but he's the only one laughing.

Well that's our two cents this week. Have a very happy Canadian thanksgiving tomorro!