I heard voices, faintly at first but they gradually grew louder and louder until I recognized that they were the voices of my students. . . Oh my! Where on earth was I? And why did I feel so much like vomiting again? And while I’m asking questions why in the world was I now on the back of a motorbike racing down the road? This was crazy! And those voices, they were starting to make sense, a few minutes before I had been whittling on a piece of wood when. . . OUCH!!! My knife slipped, and instantly my hand began squirting blood all over myself. Now I am not afraid of blood so I just simply chuckled at the kids who were there, put my hand up in the air and nodded my head when they urgently and forcefully suggested that I go to see Wendy and have her “fix” it! So I walked to the front of the house where the motorbike was and was about to get on when. . . “Oh my! I think I need to sit down!” I started to sit when, everything went black! After our wild ride to the church to find Wendy where she was holding a baptismal class, I sat on the bench outside while one of the kids ran inside to get Wendy, as I sat there I thought “this is really weird, this is a small cut and it doesn’t even hurt that much, so why am I feeling so nauseous?” At this point Tim pulled up in the pickup and saw what was going on, so he got me in and we went over to the clinic where he cleaned it up and sent me back home. That afternoon I decided to check my blood pressure just for fun, and because I still wasn’t feeling well, it was sky high! This was really weird, I was really wondering what was going on. So that was Sabbath, and on Tuesday I was feeling worse so I went to talk to Wendy and after I told her my symptoms she was like Oh that sounds like. . . After I found out what it was and started taking the meds for it, it went away within a day! And now I feel perfectly fine. So much for an uneventful week!