Lets start out with the good. We contacted a lady in the street and talked with her for a bit and found out her husband is really sick. When we visited them the next day (Tuesday) we found that her husband can barely move because his diabetes has progressed so far. It has been really cool to visit them this week and its been great to be able to give them hope.
A little update on the area. Elder Wilcox's companion arrived last Monday night, so now we have split the area in two and its been fun. On Tuesday night we gave Elder Wilcox our number and told him it was the hermana who we were going to eat with tomorrow. We talked with him for about 10 minutes and the whole time he thought my companion was the hermana Francisca. On Wednesday night they forgot their keys in our house and didn't realize until it was 9, so by the time they got to our house it was about 9:30 and they had to sleep in our house because it would have been too dangerous for them to walk all the way to their house.
Now if you're my mom don't keep reading.
On Wednesday night I may or may not have fallen and twisted my ankle really bad. We were jumping over a stream like we have done 100 times before, but this time I landed wrong. When I fell I basically saw my whole mission flash before my eyes because I thought I had broken my ankle and would have to go home. I felt something pop out of place and when I lifted my foot up it was like a dead fish. I thought for sure it was broken, but then I tried to twist it and whatever it was popped back into place and I could move it a little bit. We were close to our next appointment, so we went and visited them, but it was pure agony the whole lesson. The hermano didn't invite us inside so I was standing outside his door dying the whole 30 minutes while we were trying to explain how only our church has the authority. After I couldn't walk, so we took a taxi home. I called the mission president and he told me to rest and he would look at it Sunday because he was coming for our branch conference.
So, I have been pretty useless since then. Luckily we have had the help of some young men in the ward and the Branch President so other elders can go out at work while I was wasting away in the house. Luckily I have had a lot of time to study, so when the Jehovah Witness come at me I can bible bash them (I also had time to watch all of the D&C Church movies, so thanks to the Joseph Smith movie for the email title). It has been nice to have so much study time and i've been learning a lot, but not being able to leave the house and teach is the worst. At first I didn't have any crutches, so I had to use my chair to balance while I hopped around the house, but luckily a member had some and he loaned them to me.
On Sunday President came to the branch conference and he checked out my foot. We knew before hand that I had only torn some ligaments because I could put a little bit of weight on it. He checked it out and the good news is I won't die. I can walk a little better now, but its basically impossible to go out and work because our area is so big and I basically walk at a snails pace.
Its good to see that the mission can teach me everything I need to know. So far I have relearned how to: talk, eat, and now walk.
That's all for this week
Adios
Elder Warburton
Sorry for the pictures of my gross foot.
1. 5 minutes after i feel and my ankle the size of a baseball
2. Its hard to see in the picture, but when we got back to the house, my whole leg was swollen.
3. Some cool brusing, my whole foot is basically different shades of purple
4. Today I made pancakes for p-day. We didn't have any measuring cups, but they turned out good
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