I got a few photos from Elder Nielson today, which is unusual since
it's not his regular Monday P-day when he sends me
messages and photos.
Then I looked closer at the photos to discover that
HE WAS IN A HOSPITAL BED!!!!
I texted back,
"WAIT, ARE YOU OK?"
No response.
"OLLIE, ARE YOU IN THE HOSPITAL WITH
YOUR COMPANIONS? ARE YOU SICK?
DID YOU GET IN AN ACCIDENT?
No response.
"SON, CAN YOU CALL ME?"
No response.
Finally, a few hours pass, and he texts me:
"I'll call you in two hours.
So, I wait THREE HOURS before getting a call from Ollie,
who was in the hospital along with ALL THE MISSIONARIES
who attended a leadership conference and eating
the catered food with apparently, Salmonella.
EVERYONE was sick. I mean, SUPER SICK,
like in the hospital hooked up to an IV sick.
Today, he's doing much better, and so are the 20-plus missionaries
(including his mission leaders, President and sister R).
He sent me photos (which I will spare you from seeing)
of his suit & shoes covered in barf.
He told me everyone was dropping like flies an hour after lunch
and taking Ubers to the hospital (and barfing in Ubers).
His driver asked the four in his car if they had been partying
a little too hard.
Oh, dude...If you only knew!
