Thursday, September 8, 2011

Thoracic Thursday

Read this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

And this.

This post fulfills the requirement levied by the Official International Association of Bloggers (OIAB) on that part of The Greater Blogging Community known as Bloggers With Artistic, Literary, Or Photographic Inclinations (BWALOPI) to present to their readers something having to do with science at least once a year. Posts in which the call of the Secretary Bird is said to be “The Typewriter Song” do not count, especially if Jerry Lewis is involved.

I wanted to end this post with a video of The Harlem Boys’ Choir singing “I Got a Thorax, You Got a Thorax, All God’s Chillun Got A Thorax” but we will have to make do with this.

Long live BWALOPI (not to be confused with BWALAPI, Bloggers With Artistic, Literary, AND Photographic Inclinations)....

8 comments:

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Already looking forward to Fingernail Friday and Spleen Saturday...
WORD VERIFICATION: brain ...but no days begin with B apart from birthday.

Elizabeth said...

I hope they give you a 'healing hamper' for being so brave.
Bob. I know that you're not into crafty things, but I make small, shaped cushions that are often usually used either under the arms after breast cancer or between the legs after prostate ops, but are also useful after thoracic surgery when the arms often can't be lifted for a while. If you can't find anything similar locally, let me know and I can either pop some in the post for you or e-mail the pattern across for someone to make up. My love and thoughts are with you and Ellie. ♥

Elizabeth said...

Ps; I hope that song was chosen because it gives you a good feeling, rather than that you feel the bells are beckoning you. Personally, I have to confess that that high pitched tinkling has an inexplicable effect on my bladder and makes me want to wee...just saying.♥

Jinksy said...

I think I'll change my name to PENELOPE BWALAPI - don't you think it has a good ring to it?

Pat - Arkansas said...

And an early "merry, merry, merry Christmas" to you, also, RWP.

I am all too familiar with Thoracic Vertebrae #12, having fractured the same in 2000 by lifting and moving an item exceeding my own weight (which is substantial), and am still paying the piper for my misguided efforts.

I hope that none of your thoracic parts are giving you any distress.

rhymeswithplague said...

OK, everyone, now it can be told: Thoracic Thursday had to do only with a departure from my usual subjects and nothing whatever to do with surgery of any kind on my own body, which remains disgustingly healthy (*saying "knock on wood" as he raps his knuckles against his forehead three times*). It was Y.P. who suggested otherwise, and I am sorry, Elizabeth, that you fell prey to his warped sense of humo[u]r in the previous post's comments section. If I ever do have thoracic surgery, though, I definitely will be in the market for your cushions. Jinksy, PENELOPE BWALAPI has a lovely ring. And Pat, you made me go "ouch"....

Elizabeth said...

Phew, that's a relief! Can't think of anything worse than a Bob with a severed thorax! ♥

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Whoa! You led your loyal readers up the garden path! I have sent a huge bunch of mixed flowers to the Northside Hospital in Canton via Interflora. I demand my money back! Eighty five bucks I believe.