I'm having a hard time. This transfer has been filled with nothing but hardship. First of all, it was an emergency transfer, and I missed my favourite baptism because of it. Then I get to Borongan, and it's like I'm in a constant state of splits, running all over Eastern Samar, hardly ever with my companion. I've met one person in our teaching pool. I know hardly any members, and there are a lot to know. Then my birthday rolls around, and I find myself in Tacloban with Elder Baculio, and you all know how that went. My toe isn't showing any signs of healing soon. It's purple, badly swollen, with two large wounds constantly leaking pus and a little bit of blood. It'll never be the same. And now I'm sick. I have a bad cold. I took this morning and this afternoon off and just rested. In the evening, the branch had a talent show. The zone leaders were the judges, so I had to go. I was expecting to be there for two hours at the most. We were there for more than four hours. And since I was sick, injured, tired, and a little depressed, I wasn't the most sociable person. Now all the members think I'm moody and antisocial. I'm making a great first impression. I wish I was in Guiuan.
I found out when I was in Tacloban that the missionaries have been pulled out of Dulag, and the branch is falling apart because of something President Cobacha did. Good thing I baptised seven people while I was there. I hate this country.
One good thing has happened. Elder Kopp came to see me the other night. He and Elder Sorrenson came to borrow Elder Welsh's video camera. It was great seeing him. We hadn't seen each other since August.
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