Metamorphosis.

My day morphed from slow and painful to much less painful and AWESOME! It actually started at 1:00 Am, when I should have been sleeping... But I couldn't sleep due to the pain in my back/chest/head as I tried telling myself I didn't have cancer or some unknown disease that was going to find me dead in the morning... yeah my brain was going crazy. So I got April as my battle buddy to walk with me to the TMC. The TMC isn't a Sunday stroll to get to. It 's like 3/4 of a mile. Plus, it was 50 degrees outside and 50 degrees is the new 30 so I'm shaking, hurting, and sleepy. April was too, except minus the hurting. Anyway, I spent from about 1:30-3:00 at the TMC trying to get an answer as to why I'm having chest pain and back pain. I ended up leaving with a shot in my arm of something that would make me fall asleep and Omneprozal for heart burn?? Whatever, I took it and I fell asleep, and woke up the next morning around 11. Initially when I got out of bed, I was mad. The pain was still there, but the answers were not. I hobbled around my CHU trying to get ready for the day while also cleaning up a bit. A little bit later Blair and April knocked on my door to come get me for lunch. I was quiet and drowsy for close to the rest of the day. However, I started noticing that the pain in my chest wasn't as prevalent and the pain in my back wasn't as sharp. By dinner time, I was more awake and I realized that my back hardly hurt at all and my chest pretty much felt fine. My spirits were slightly raised at this point because I got another care package from my mom. Its contents: 4 boxes of my favorite home-made cookies (many of which have already been dispersed on my street in my pod) and a book called, "Heaven Is For Real." I'm VERY excited about reading this book. It's about a little boy who has an out of body experience and gets to see glimpses of heaven as he watches the doctors work on his body. I'm sure I'll be blogging more about this book soon. 
So after a care package and dinner, I was on my way to my first Choir rehearsal. That's right. Camp Taji has a little choir that has gotten together to sing on Sunday. I should add that it is a gospel choir. I am the only Caucasian aaand the only soprano. But that didn't even matter cause everyone was so warm and accepting and just wanted to sing!  So finally, after being away from madrigal choir for four years, I got to sing in a choir again. And it felt so good. I couldn't help thank God the whole time because I've been praying for a chance to sing in a choir. It doesn't matter that most of them are not musically trained. It doesn't matter that we don't use sheet music. All that matters is we get to sing to God and I'm loving it. I'm so glad I have something else to look forward to each week. We practice 3-4 times before the service on Sunday.  I have no problems with this. And by the time we were done singing, I had little to no pain in my back and chest.