Alive and doing ok

See I'm here haha. 

There's definitely a lot of amazing experiences that has happened since going to Thailand (the last time I wrote) which includes traveling to Tahiti and to the mainland and work and friends and my non existing social life and my health...

but right now I was so inspired to come back to my blog because this morning I kiiiinda had a near death experience.

I woke up a little late so I was rushing to get ready for church. First things first, I tested my bg and took insulin then decided to change and do as much as possible before I eat breakfast. After rushing to finish my hair I started feeling the cold wobbly-ness of a low. So I went to the kitchen and tried to find something to drink and eat. From here it's mostly a blur...I don't know how much time passed or remember specifics. I was standing in the kitchen shaking and really dizzy. (A lot of what I know is because my family told me what happened) I (sloppily) ran down the hallway to my room. I didn't tell anyone why or what was going on. I don't even remember why I ran to my room. All I remember is grabbing on to walls and my closet. My mom came in and grabbed my shoulders and I just collapsed shaking heavily to the ground. I was kinds crawling saying "I need something..." I remember my dad came in and held me as I was shaking. Then I remember Mom Hana and Nehoa coming in with different things like apple juice and chocolate and Hana brought my emergency glucose drink. As they tried to feed them to me and help me drink, I was shaking so much that my hand couldn't bring the drinks to my mouth. I spilt all over the place. Nehoa later explained my shaking like how on space jam the ball players were shaking when they were having their talents sucked out of them. Hahah ok. So I guess I finally came back to my mind and was able to stand up. Hana and Nehoa went to church and I would be dropped off late. After that experience (which I not yet knew was that bad) I was so exhausted. So drained and tired. I ate scrambled eggs and water and left for church. As dad pulled us out of the driveway I finally realized what had just happened. If my family wasn't there to help me I would probably have had a seizure or gone into a coma or just passed out or died. I mean...it really is that scary. It was real. And I have been so blessed to have help right when I need it. 

Whew.

Then...church was exciting. Uplifting and exciting. We have just started the new Sunset Beach YSA Branch. First full day with the branch and its cool because we all feel this great responsibility to move full force in service and love to all those members, non members, inactives, etc. I was called to be the 2nd counselor in relief society and I have this awesome feeling like we are the pioneers in this new area to grow the church. It's gonna take a lot of faith and obedience but were all on fire to do it. So it's really amazing. 

This morning is the reason I decided to get back on the blog. To tell these amazing stories of gratitude and hope.