Yesterday was my worst day yet. I was nauseated all day long and there was never a relief except falling asleep. When I found out that I was pregnant, I promised myself that I would continue to walk an hour a day no matter how bad I felt. After walking a couple paces yesterday down our favorite trail, I called the walk off. My dog Ralph was confused, but enjoyed the extra treats I gave him for his sacrifice.
To pass the time (until I don’t know when) I read in Alma 30 where Alma and his group of miracle missionaries set out to “try the virtue of the word of God” with those apostate Zoramites. Before they embark, Alma prays for all of them and says “Oh Lord, my heart is exceedingly sorrowful; wilt thou comfort my soul in Christ.”
That sounded like a good prayer for me, especially the word comfort. So I repeated it, my eyes closed, in a whisper.
Then I went to the bank.
The bank is bad enough when one feels perfectly well, but with a high chance of vomit the bank is really bad. I drove up to the teller and was about to do my transaction when I noticed that the patron in the drive-up next to me was talking really loud. Essentially, she was yelling out her car window, through my passenger window, into the big window next to me where the teller was touching some button trying to hear her. I felt like I was standing in between two people having a very serious face-to-face discussion. To make the situation better I crouched down so they could see each other through my car.
“I said ‘AM I OVER-DRAWN?” She yelled.
I couldn’t help but peek over in her direction, and as I did so, she looked at me. It took a few seconds for us to recognize each other’s face (it had been 10 years or so) but I could see that she was Alyssa, my friend from high school. Instantly we both started laughing. Then we too yelled back and forth across our car windows until her transactions were done. It was genuinely good to see her, and it felt so good to laugh (I never thought I’d write something so corny.)
When the nausea returned a couple moments later I knew that the Lord–albeit briefly–had answered my prayer.