A Little History:
Our story begins in Pocatello, Idaho, circa 1972, when the lovely Debby Christensen agreed to a first, though fateful date with admirer, David Croshaw. Long story-short, he bade her follow him, and they went arm-in-arm to the Logan, Utah temple for establishment of an eternal family unit, Generation 1, on May 23 1973.

From their first blissful summer in Salt Lake City, educational pursuits took them to Provo/Orem, Utah, birthplace of Leslie and Rebecca, and to San Francisco/Oakland California, birthplace of Colin and Matt. Then, for establishment of livelihood, expansion of the tribe with Abby and Dana, and for raising/unifying of Generation 2, it was back to the roots in Pocatello for a rewarding sojourn.

In time, driven by a raging, but commonly shared sense of adventure and independence, one-by-one, Generation 2 escaped the homeland to distant regions of the country and the world, each ultimately developing their own tribal expansions by pairing with worthy mates and initiating Generation 3.

Now sensing fulfillment of their purpose in Pocatello, Generation 1 has also left those roots and transplanted to Cascade Idaho, from which base, they anticipate more abundant contact with The Posterity, Generations 2 and 3, in the future. That contact however, awaits fulfillment of a call to LDS missionary service in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, wherein they hope to help the state of the world by sharing the love of Jesus Christ.

So now, including Generation 0 (Grandma and Grandpa Christensen) home base includes Yuma, Arizona, Pocatello, Idaho, Cascade, Idaho, Vancouver, BC, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Spokane, Washington, Boise, Idaho, Los Angeles, California, back to Boise, Idaho, and on and on (Generation 3+) to infinity.

Our Mission Statement:
This is the blog of our eternal family unit. Initiated years ago, it served well as a journal, but even more so, as an archive of our personal interaction. It was a gathering place, a confabulation instrument, a unifying force for four generations of widely dispersed and progressively prolific posterity, and their valued associates. Though it served these purposes well for many years, it eventually took a back seat to new-kids-on-the-block, Facebook, and Instagram, and was sadly forgotten.

We now move to resurrect this blog with an added functional purpose of archiving the missionary experiences of Generation 1, of their movements and activities as they participate with The Gathering of Israel in the land northward. In so doing, we hope that via their own comments and posts, this blog will again serve to gather and unify the posterity and their friends.

As in the past, that the young and vibrant may know the old and tired, that enduring bonds may be fostered and maintained, that experience and encouragement may be openly shared, that posterity may embrace truth, and that hearts may be knit together, we must resist detachment despite our geographic divergence. We shall do so here.

Friday, October 2, 2009

80 hour work weeks are for the birds.

At the hospital I was working (or living) this month, the gift shop I walked by several times a day had a plaque that said "Hard work must have killed someone". After last month, I am inclined to believe it. I am very glad I had the experience, but I am also very glad it is over. I gotta tell you though, it is amazing the different ways people get hurt. I mean, what is a 55 year old man doing playing on a stripper pole anyway? (By the way, he broke his back) You can see some very cool things in the middle of the night at a trauma center.

Here are some things I learned:
I can see now why people argue against guns, especially handguns. Maybe tighter control in getting a gun isn't such a bad thing.
Alcohol and driving STILL should never mix.
Motorcycles = badness, especially if you are dumb enough to ride them without a helmet, especially if you are drunk.
Driving fast doesn't seem as fun as it used to.
Anything can be used as a weapon.
Being able to walk and move all your extremities are a bad thing to lose.
The brain is a terrible thing to waste, especially to any of the above.
Old people should not fall. If I live to be 80 I am just going to stop walking.
You don't ever want to have a breathing tube in your neck, trust me.
You also don't ever want to be fed through a tube in your abdomen.
Bicycles are not safe if you are old or drunk, even if you think you are being responsible.
You don't ever want to be run over by an 11,000 pound tractor, seriously.
Seatbelts are still a good idea.
If any of you think you are ever getting a motorcycle, you have another thing coming. I will not allow it.
Any of the above are extremely tragic, but they are also really cool and a necessary evil for medical education.

I remember why I stopped wanting to be a surgeon. 80 hour work weeks suck. If you were wondering why you didn't hear from me, (especially my wife and kids), now you know. I'll tell you some cool stories sometime if you want.



Jason and Dana said...

Dang, they could make a tv show about this stuff.

You remember that episode of King of Queens when Doug gets the stripper pole in his bedroom. Awesome.

Crystal said...

I used to watch Trama: Life in the ER, but I stopped because I always wanted to cry (and often did) then vomit. Sorry about that- for all of you, I hope it will be your last experience of that. Just remember, Matt has been working 5 twelve hour shifts for about 17 months now. It is really, really not cool. Hopefully that will be coming to an end soon.

David and Debby said...

wow! life is crazy out there. i am grateful there are good people like you to watch over the common sense impaired people of the world. welcome back to real life. xoxo mom

David and Debby said...

Here's another one that you probably don't see in the ER, but I see it months and years later: Serious trauma to any joint, regardless of how well it is repaired at the time, will make you a miserable, arthritic cripple when you become a fat old guy.

It's a terrible thing when anyone gets seriously or fatally injured, especially if it is the result of an intentional assault from another person. Regarding your handgun concern, I've thought the same thing about assault weapons, because I can't think of any legitimate non-military use for them. But if you start down that slippery slope, the libs will never stop pushing until they pass a law to force every law-abiding citizen to give up all guns. Problem is, the criminals won't obey that law, and they would love to have an unarmed world to victimize. The trigger doesn't pull itself - some lawless or stupid human has to be involved. So maybe we should just outlaw criminals and idiots. Hey, there's a novel idea - outlaw crime, and then enforce it. Until someone comes up with a better answer (e.g. the millennium,)I'm glad we're bound by the second amendment. And, I'm glad we have good people like to clean up the mess.

Crystal said...

The irony of this ER post is just amazing. Sitting here, hoping for a "David update" of some sort at 2 am. Can't sleep at all.


Jason and Dana said...

That's exactly what I was thinking. See anything like this Colin? I cut the tip of my thumb yesterday with a serated blade and thought that was bad...

Colin & Lori said...

I am not loving the text color and am finding it hard to read. Could whomever changes the colors change it to a lighter, easier on the eyes color please? Thanks!!!

beckyV said...

I was also just thinking the same thing, Crystal!! It is a crazy world out there and I imagine you see the craziest of it working in the ER in a big city...

David and Debby said...

ok.let's now add asher tothis list. we are praying for you asher. xoxo grandma

Crystal said...

Ok, I vote no more ER posts!