"The Packet"

Who else got the packet asking for money from midwestern? More importantly who put a copy of their loans in and returned it to Dr. Geoppinger's office? I think this is a task for Jason, you have such tact when it comes to these delicate matters.

Remember this guy from OMM Class?

And who said surgeons don't have sweet hats?

Oreopath featured on Monk

on the new episode of Monk they had this cult leader and his doctor was an "osteopathic surgeon" and was treating this guys back pain. he was treating it with steroid injections though instead of OMM. i guess he was really an oreopath.

"THE TRIP"

It only gets better with time. There are some guys in the ward that want to go play Bethpage Black, the golf course where the 2002 US Open was held and the site of the 2009 US Open and I volunteered to put the trip together. As I was researching the logistics for the trip, I informed the others we would have to drive about 7 hours after work on a Friday and then sleep out in the car at the course, because the line to get a tee time starts the night before so we can play on Saturday. They did not know if they could sleep in a car for a night. I informed them that I drove from Arizona to Philly and back in 6 days with 12 grown men in an RV. One night in a car is nothing. They were amazed. That trip will not be beaten any time soon, it is something I speak of proudly to others. Well done men.

On a side note I will be running in a half marathon in South Bend, IN on May 31st if anyone else would like to go. The finish line is the Notre Dame football stadium with you running through the "RUDY" tunnel to deafining music. Some guys ran it last year and said it was pretty amazing. Jason please do not ask why I am not running the full marathon, lets just say I hope to finish the half.

Intern is over half over.


Glover

here's funny poem for you all

i was bored and got onto student doctor and was looking on the osteopathic portion of the site and found this poem. thought you all might get a good laugh from it.

'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS (The Osteopathic Medical Student Version)Written by SawBones, MS-IV
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house.Bones were a'crackin' while I manipulated my spouse.
It appears she was shopping, and this was her plight,Her bags were too heavy, her spine now sidebent left... rotated right.
She entered our house, all stooped and in pain.Screaming, "Thank Goodness you're an osteopath, please fix me again.
"Excited to treat so my skills I could hone,So I led her to our table, that was paid for with loans."
One moment," I said, as I looked at the pile,Of folded laundry that's been atop my table for awhile.
Once clear, I bid her lay atop the black rigid table,For I would now manipulate, (tho' I'm just barely able).
So I moved my hands up and down and back along her spine,"Releasing tension" said I, though I was just buying time...
While trying to recall the proper setup and force,To place her spine back in place where it was once before.
Now was it high velocity or low, low amplitude or high?Oh why, oh why did I sleep through OMM lab, oh why, Oh, why?
Then it occurred to me, the solution I sought.It was a technique so unique that only my school has taught.
I believe the professor, his name may have been Seuss.A funny old lad, with a tall hat and large caboose.
And the technique that he taught and for which he was proud,Was the "Spine-Wackem'-Now-Go-Backem'-WallaBoom-Osteo-POW!"
So I took my poor wife, and wrapped limb over limb.Over limb then once more, and for good measure, once again.
By now she was a pretzel and I more confused,This is the price I have paid, for my skills I have not used.
I put pressure on the sacrum and made a fulcrum somewhere else."Take a deep breath now," said I as I prepared to pounce.
Then I leaped on top of her with a thudding kaboom,I swore I would move SOMETHING and finish this soon!
And to my relief (and surprise), I did heard something crack!But it didn't sound right... oh no, what WAS that?
I imagined my wife's eyes rolling back in her head,Spewing blood from her mouth as her body went dead.
But to my suprise, she was fine and shouted "That's it!"By George, I actually fixed her... Damn, I'm the s**t!!"
It was nothing" I said, full of confidence and pride.Not letting on just how nervous I had been feeling inside.
She arose from the table, and walked across the floor."I feel so great," she said. "I think I'll go shopping some more."
And as she did leave, I did sit in my chair.Pondering what I would do next time, when she asks for my care.
If I don't use my skills, and I become rusty at best,I could kill my own wife, cracking the bones in her chest.
So alas, should I study and then practice and drill?Hell no, I'm a fourth year. Screw that... she can take Advil.

Can you believe we are now officially half way through intern year. hope the second half goes by faster than the first.