The Simple Things

Today is one of those days where I feel extremely grateful for all the obvious things for which I thank the Lord every day.

My boyfriend called me this morning to wake me up to go to the gym. How wonderful is he? Yeah, he really does wake up at 5:30 am to make sure I wake up to my alarm so I can get out the door and feel good about myself. So I rolled out of bed and went to the gym. I worked out hard, and it wasn't even all that painful. It actually felt good! I know, working out feels good? You have to be in moderate shape or it sucks. Luckily, I was really in the habit a few months ago, and haven't suffered from too much laziness since. It doesn't hurt that campus is on a mountain... Anyway, I came home from the gym, and showered. I was feeling SO good. I was tired, but I had energy to do things, if that makes sense. Anyway, I ate breakfast and got myself out the door to go to school. I drove to the train station. Then I got on the train, and it happened. I felt this ridiculously sharp pain in my stomach and I suddenly felt like I was going to throw up.

There are three possible things that we believe could have caused this. I could have just worked my abs too hard, or I could have worked my abs too hard in combination with my lovely ulcers, or I could just have been getting sick anyway. Either way, It was miserable! Positively awful! I figured it would probably just go away, so I went to class and tried to learn. It was alright, at least it was alright until I had to stand up and walk to my next class. The pain was excruciating.

I got to class, and it got to the point where I had to put my head down. Can you believe it? You don't put your head down in a college math class with less than 20 people. That's just not okay, but I couldn't hold it up. I almost passed out and decided that I needed to not stay for the rest of school. It really put a damper on my day. I was all set and ready to say that I had actually gone to all my classes today! I didn't know what to do, so I just sent Kyle a text saying, "Can you come get me?" He dropped whatever he was doing (he was between classes at the time), and he came all the way up to the U to get me!

He took me to his house, got me settled in his bed, and went to do what he needed to do today. His mom came down to check on me a couple of times because she's super sweet like that, and then he came back to me and took care of me the rest of the night! He is so wonderful!

My father has also been extremely cheerful and helpful today, and I am grateful for that, as well. Not to mention my good friend offering to get me a grilled cheese sandwich from the institute. Or the texts I recieved from my other good friend causing excitement and happiness. :)

So really, I guess what this is meant to say is that I am so terribly grateful for all the wonderful people in my life who make everything so wonderful and take extremely good care of me. I feel extremely blessed by them. Today especially when I needed them more than usual.