A new way to write

Well I guess it's time to actually buckle down and post something to the family online updates and pictures board. I really don't have a whole lot to write, except that I hope this email thing really works. I wrote on Van's blog earlier and Missy told me I had to write here, too, but really I was just gloating about how cool German is, and I think Danny and Kenny might get a little annoyed if I tried that here. School is still going well. I've told most of you this before, but we're allowed to bring guests into the cadaver lab, so if any of you want to see a real human brain or heart or stomach now's your chance. I know what you're thinking, it's just not the same as a field trip to Wallmart. What can I say? I just can't compete, but what I have I freely offer. In my defence, one person did take me up on the offer to see the brain already. It's good times. Oh, I also share a bone box with 4 other people, so if you don't want to come to school I can bring a skeleton to you (well, 2/3 of a skeleton really; we only get one arm and one leg). I think we're missing the last joint of the pinky finger, too, but I don't remember. That's about all I have that's new. Oh, it's not. I lied. I have one last piece of medical advice to offer. If you put your hands on your hips you feel the two knobs on either side. If you ever have cancer and have those removed, DON'T WALK A MARATHON. I helped with the Cowtown Marathon over the weekend giving physical therapy to people who had run, and a guy came in and his lower back was killing him. I started to stretch the muscle, and it was realllly tight, but it just sort of went on forever. There was no real boarder between his back and his glutes. Well it turns out he had bone cancer and had his iliac crest removed (the bone you feel). His doctor told him he couldn't run anymore, so he decided to walk the marathon to stay in shape. Walk. Jog. Stay healthy. Excercise. Don't try to walk 26 miles in 4 hours. Believe it or not, it does stress your back more than running a mile. Actually, the real moral of the story is that if your doctor tells you not to do something, don't think you're outsmarting him by doing something similar that he didn't explicitly tell you not to do. If you don't want to listen, you don't have to, but don't think that because he didn't tell you you couldn't do it's okay.... Sorry, didn't mean to get preachy. This guy came in holding his back and with a hurt foot because he started to walk funny to take pressure off his back, and he left still holding his back after 40 minutes of physical therapy/manipulation. Crazy. Anyway, I think I've rambled long enough. I hope everyone is doing well and that this helps them to realize that blogging fun doesn't just have to wait until you actually have something to say. With that, Tschau meine Familie.
-C.J.