As I’ve already established on this blog, I’ve been sick a lot lately and my absence has not gone unrecognized at church. A couple of weeks ago, I was getting some reimbursement slips from our clerk’s office when I had a rather enlightening conversation with two of our ward members, Brother Allred and Brother Conley.
Side note: Just writing that we often refer to each other (particularly the older generation) as “brother” and “sister” sounds a bit strange but I assure you it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Especially considering other names people could call you.
Our conversation:
Brother Allred: “So, Sister Johnson. Are you feeling better?”
Me: “Finally. It’s been a rough few months. I have a really low white-blood cell count, which I suspect is the reason why I keep getting sick.”
Brother Conley (who was listening in): “Low white blood cell count? Did you know that Brother Allred doesn’t have any white blood cells?”
Brother Allred: “You’re correct. Mine are ‘all-red.’”
Just one more reason why I’m glad to be back at church.
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