Today Amy and I gave talks in church. We're a good team because she's so good at talking about the doctrine and I tell stories.
We got lots of compliments including this gem, "you two should speak at least once a month. I stayed awake for you guys". That, from a lady who hardly has anything good to say about anything.
Other things were said, too. Someone told me my talk was the best talk in church they've ever heard. One guy said if more talks were like that during general conference then he'd listen to all of them. A couple people with teenagers both said that their kids that normally never listen in church and keep their heads down the whole time had their heads up, listening, and laughing the whole way through. One lady, a professor at BYU said I am now her new favorite teacher and that I am as good at teaching as anyone she's ever heard. She also said that before church she was feeling exceptionally low and prayed that good talks would be given. She thanked both Amy and I and said it was really good timing for her to hear what we had to say.
Other things were said, too, that made me feel really good about speaking. It was a good experience to speak and I think times like this are a fulfillment of my patriarchal blessing. It says, "You have the ability to be an effective teacher, one able to show and explain gospel principles to others in ways they understand and desire to incorporate these principles into their lives."
So that's some good news, but that's just the warm-up. Listen to this super-fantastic news. Now, before I tell you, I will tell you that at this point, Amy doesn't want to tell anyone. If things turn out as she wants them to, then she'll tell the world. But at this point, we've only told a couple of people and I've been dying to tell you. So don't email anyone about this.
Remember that essay she wrote and it was included in a collection of other women and published a couple years ago? Well, the girl that lined that up called Amy the other day and wanted to know if she would be interested in being one of the people that Deseret Book is interviewing to write Stephanie Nielson's story. Stephanie and Christian have been in negotiations with a few publishers and decided to go with Deseret Book. Stephanie and some other author (Amy?!!!) will write the book together and on Wednesday, Amy is going to Deseret Book to be interviewed. We don't have a lot of info, such as who will decide, what is the criteria, how many other people are being considered, when will we know, why isn't Sheri Dew doing it....on and on. Amy is thrilled, of course. We fasted today, and we have high hopes. We also don't know if already knowing Stephanie will help or hinder her chances. Although I can only imagine that it will help her. Say a prayer for her, will you? This would be just the right project for Amy. She would be perfect for it and she would do such an amazing job. We can hardly think about anything else right now.
Have a great time in Hong Kong!
Justin
You just cannot imagine how this email touched me and of course, thrilled me - so beauitful and exciting, Justin.
SO, what exactly were your talks on? You know, Justin, I think you are such an incredible story teller. I have an aunt and uncle (my mother's brother, uncle Orrin and sister, Aunt Gerry) who tell such great stories, and I've always been jealous of that ability...some people can just tell stories. And, you do have that gift from God. You certainly got some amazing compliments, so when we get home, we want to hear those talks, but now, what was the topic?????
And, that is just so exciting about Amy and the book...oh, do keep us posted about that. What a thrill to eve be considered>!>!>! Yes, I do remember the book that Amy wrote for and remember her essay....no wonder you are not thinking of much else.....
We will certainly pray for you and hope it turns out just the way you would like. BTW, I cannot even being to tlel you how much I loved those pictures you posted. SOme of those are just so emotionally charged. It's been fun to see what others pick as their favorites...like the roof and the chairs. Artistically, I'm sure that's a great photo, but I love the people ones. There's one of Brett and his wife that just is so beautiful - I love the colors and Brett and his wife; oh it's lovely. I love the green shoes. I love the picture of the little girl. I reallylike the picture of the older man handing his wife a flower; you captured such a great moment and look on her face. Gheen and beth dancing is just superb. ANyway, there are definitley some great great photos.
Thanks again for the email. Love, Mom
The topic assigned was Quentin Cook's talk in conference last year in April. So Amy really knocked it out of the park with lots of doctrinal elements. She's like a college professor giving a talk. I'm like a high school kid. But I have a formula. It's this. Entertain them for ten minutes and then with they have their heads back, laughing, you ram it full of the spiritual message you want them to hear.
I told stories you've probably heard before, but here's something I said that got a laugh.
"I love being in this ward. This is the best ward I've ever been in. Now listen, I've been in some real dogs, though, so don't get a big head about that."
I'm glad you like the pictures on the blog. Thanks.
I tried to record our talks so I could email them to you, but my recorder only recorded the first five minutes of each of our talks. When I saw that, I realized (later, of course) that it was a setting on my recorder. Ah!
Jh
Monday, November 12, 2012
Veteran's Day Tribute - Nov 2012
Hey, familia,
Today is Veteran's Day. And, since we have a vet in our midst, I thought I would remind you all about this day and the service Jeremy and others render in our behalf.
Thanks, Jeremy, and all. I'm grateful for you.
Love, Mom
Thanks Mom.
I was sad Mitt didn't win (Bridger was very mad...he kept saying he wanted to move out of the country and he couldn't believe anyone would be so stupid and vote for Obama. He is certain anarchy is to follow), but one of the things I DIDN'T like about Mitt is his idea that we need a stronger, larger military and a strong global presence. To me that just means he wants to keep the big companies that make millions by the war complex happy. This war, and the war before it, and the wars to follow, have wrecked so many young people. I am very fortunate it didn't really do anything to me except teach me that I like having a shaved head.
Jeremy
First Night On Call - Oct 2009
I hate mornings. More specifically, I hate waking. I am a gifted sleeper, and enjoy my talents with extreme pleasure. Although, given pristine conditions - circadian arousal, soft sunshine breaking through a window, waking from a place where I am queen of the world, could arguably be tolerated. Conversely, nothing makes mornings worse than an electronic, persistent, inhumanely pitched, blare that suddenly and startingly yanks away my contentment. As a teenager, this was accomplished by my father, sneaking in my room and snatching away the warm blankets that coddled me, exposing my resting soul to the harsh, frigid room air. I thought several times about turning him into child protective services for these cruel and unusual acts.
Beep, beep, beep, beep - damn! shut that thing up. Haunted by artificial arousal, my pager screamed in my ear at 5 am.
This was my first night of call as an anesthesiologist, alone in a quiet hospital. Beginning the night at 7 pm, I nervously anticipated a page at any moment that would call upon my expertise of airway management in times of emergency. It was a daunting thought for a newbie. Yet my lids grew heavy and my pager sat quiet as the hours crawled along. I drifted off to sleep. Very uncharacteristically for night call, the entire night I was able to exercise my unique talents.....until that blasted screech jerked me awake. At which time, I was expected to jump out of bed with "the house is on fire" quickness and respond.
"Could you come quickly, he has pulled out his ET (endotracheal) tube, is paralyzed, sedated, and desaturating." the lively voice on the other end of the phone begged. I hate mornings. I move slow, my muscles don't contract properly, my eyes work at 50% efficiency, and my brain is sticky. But despite the cruel awakening that plagues me incessantly and heightens the aforementioned deficits that persist in the mornings, I ran from the call room (as though there was a fire of course), down the hall, up the stairs, and quickly found the place I was to be. There were at least ten people in this patients very small room, all standing there with a bit of disbelief, and essentially waiting on me. I asked them to tell me the story. His ET tube had been pulled out inadvertently while receiving a routine chest xray that am. They were quickly losing ground as they were not able to pump oxygen into his failing lungs with just a mask covering his face. His oxygen saturations were in the low 50's to 40's, which is no where near sustainable for life for any period of time (preferred number is high 90's to 100's) . He needed the tube put back into his trachea to be able to deliver oxygen directly into his lungs. Standing at the head of his bed, nervous yet able to control the shakes that accompany the adrenalin pounding through my veins, I breathed deep and delved in. His sats dropped to the 30's as I looked into the sea of gastric contents that filled his mouth and lungs - no wonder he was having trouble oxygenating. Suction, tube please, and with ease slid his life line into place. Color change on the capnogram, bilateral breath sounds, and saturations rising into the 90's, I quietly stepped away to let the rest of the team finish their work.
To let the endorphin surge settle out, I went back to the call room, astonished that I was able to overcome my usual morning inadequcies. I had not only made it through my first emergency intubation, but successfully navigated it through the morning fog of sudden wake up that often momentarily cripples me. Ahhhh. Mornings aren't all that bad.
Oh, Kristi, this is awesome. I'm so glad you took the time to record this and do it well, and share it. Congrats on a successful morning, oh, and saving that guy's life. You're so cool.
You Hackworths and your sleep abilities.
Amy
Beep, beep, beep, beep - damn! shut that thing up. Haunted by artificial arousal, my pager screamed in my ear at 5 am.
This was my first night of call as an anesthesiologist, alone in a quiet hospital. Beginning the night at 7 pm, I nervously anticipated a page at any moment that would call upon my expertise of airway management in times of emergency. It was a daunting thought for a newbie. Yet my lids grew heavy and my pager sat quiet as the hours crawled along. I drifted off to sleep. Very uncharacteristically for night call, the entire night I was able to exercise my unique talents.....until that blasted screech jerked me awake. At which time, I was expected to jump out of bed with "the house is on fire" quickness and respond.
"Could you come quickly, he has pulled out his ET (endotracheal) tube, is paralyzed, sedated, and desaturating." the lively voice on the other end of the phone begged. I hate mornings. I move slow, my muscles don't contract properly, my eyes work at 50% efficiency, and my brain is sticky. But despite the cruel awakening that plagues me incessantly and heightens the aforementioned deficits that persist in the mornings, I ran from the call room (as though there was a fire of course), down the hall, up the stairs, and quickly found the place I was to be. There were at least ten people in this patients very small room, all standing there with a bit of disbelief, and essentially waiting on me. I asked them to tell me the story. His ET tube had been pulled out inadvertently while receiving a routine chest xray that am. They were quickly losing ground as they were not able to pump oxygen into his failing lungs with just a mask covering his face. His oxygen saturations were in the low 50's to 40's, which is no where near sustainable for life for any period of time (preferred number is high 90's to 100's) . He needed the tube put back into his trachea to be able to deliver oxygen directly into his lungs. Standing at the head of his bed, nervous yet able to control the shakes that accompany the adrenalin pounding through my veins, I breathed deep and delved in. His sats dropped to the 30's as I looked into the sea of gastric contents that filled his mouth and lungs - no wonder he was having trouble oxygenating. Suction, tube please, and with ease slid his life line into place. Color change on the capnogram, bilateral breath sounds, and saturations rising into the 90's, I quietly stepped away to let the rest of the team finish their work.
To let the endorphin surge settle out, I went back to the call room, astonished that I was able to overcome my usual morning inadequcies. I had not only made it through my first emergency intubation, but successfully navigated it through the morning fog of sudden wake up that often momentarily cripples me. Ahhhh. Mornings aren't all that bad.
Oh, Kristi, this is awesome. I'm so glad you took the time to record this and do it well, and share it. Congrats on a successful morning, oh, and saving that guy's life. You're so cool.
You Hackworths and your sleep abilities.
Amy
Wow. That was a fun story to read. Way to go on getting the tube in efficiently and way to go for choosing the correct field of medicine. Also, by way of condolensces, I'm sorry you work in a hospital where no one in that whole big academic ICU knows how to intubate or effectively mask a patient, but alas, such are the woes of many icu's I am sure. Good luck on your next call.
Jeremy
I know- can u believe they weren't doing anything bout sats in the 40s??? I was blown away when I walked in the room and saw that. I mean doing anything short of calling me. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerryKristiAwesome writing and description. I could so picture it all. You definitely need to keep a blog! PS - glad you didn't turn Allen into child protection services. Love, Mom
Important Videos - Nov 2012
Dear Children,
This email is sent to my five children, plus Loni, Sean, Janessa, Amy, and Carisa. I leave it to you to expand the list if you think one of your family members or friends would enjoy the pictures, for example, Lisa from Rexburg. I don't have Janna's email or I would include her in the basic list. The videos contain a treasure chest of wonderful pictures. It must be fun for you to have a dad who would produce such treasures for you. Also, this email becomes an index for recent, important videos. All that is missing is a chance for all of us to be together and do what we love: eat good food, sing, and laugh. Don't rush through these videos. Just pick one here and there when you want to relax and have some fun. Also, please watch the videos on the largest screen possible. You will never get the proper effect on a cell phone.
"Oh NO, I locked the kids and keys in the CAR!".....HAHA. Priceless.....
Jeremy
This email is sent to my five children, plus Loni, Sean, Janessa, Amy, and Carisa. I leave it to you to expand the list if you think one of your family members or friends would enjoy the pictures, for example, Lisa from Rexburg. I don't have Janna's email or I would include her in the basic list. The videos contain a treasure chest of wonderful pictures. It must be fun for you to have a dad who would produce such treasures for you. Also, this email becomes an index for recent, important videos. All that is missing is a chance for all of us to be together and do what we love: eat good food, sing, and laugh. Don't rush through these videos. Just pick one here and there when you want to relax and have some fun. Also, please watch the videos on the largest screen possible. You will never get the proper effect on a cell phone.
"Oh NO, I locked the kids and keys in the CAR!".....HAHA. Priceless.....
Jeremy
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Jeremy - July 2008
Mom,
A long time ago I sent an email to everyone saying why I didn't like politics, making a reference to how Larry Echohawk didn't become govenor in Idaho because he was democrat but he is a Mormon, and how people think more along party lines then reason, and I gave an example of how the media isn't honest in their reporting giving the example of the gun showdown back east somewher.
A long time ago I sent an email to everyone saying why I didn't like politics, making a reference to how Larry Echohawk didn't become govenor in Idaho because he was democrat but he is a Mormon, and how people think more along party lines then reason, and I gave an example of how the media isn't honest in their reporting giving the example of the gun showdown back east somewher.
Jenni - Feb 2009
Hi,
You have been nominated by faculty as a potential convocation speaker! This is an invitation to submit a written speech for consideration. The speeches will go through an evaluation process and then a selected group will be invited to give their speech in person to a committee who will then choose a student to give their speech at College of Nursing convocation on May 7.
Please let me know if you would like to accept this invitation. You would need to submit the written copy by Monday, March 16 and then be ready if selected, to give it in person the following week.
I look forward to hearing from you. Congratulations for your nomination.
You have been nominated by faculty as a potential convocation speaker! This is an invitation to submit a written speech for consideration. The speeches will go through an evaluation process and then a selected group will be invited to give their speech in person to a committee who will then choose a student to give their speech at College of Nursing convocation on May 7.
Please let me know if you would like to accept this invitation. You would need to submit the written copy by Monday, March 16 and then be ready if selected, to give it in person the following week.
I look forward to hearing from you. Congratulations for your nomination.
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