Quite humerus |
Some nights, when I go to type my blog entry, I
can hardly wait to sit down at the old keyboard. I have something on my
mind to write about and it's just a matter of how quickly I can type. And
then there are times like this, when there is no specific topic on my
mind, nothing that really strikes my fancy. And where is my
fancy, by the way? I imagine it is located somewhere near the funny
bone. That's what we say when something amuses us, right? It "tickled
my funny bone." I decided to look into this, since nothing else was on
my mind. I called the medical examiner's
office and the anatomy department at the School of Medicine, but both
places said that recent budget cuts had left them short-handed. In
other words, they were working with a skeleton crew.
Well, look at old skinny
here, and there is the old soupbone, the upper part of the arm. It's
really called the "humerus," so it would appear that some wag lost in
the history of anatomy was the first to call it the funny bone, since it
was so humorous.
So what would happen if the anatomy
texts taught tomorrow's doctors to use the common colloquial terms that
we use for body parts? If you were being treated for a scalp
laceration, wouldn't you feel better about a doctor who said, "Let's
have a look at the old melon here..."? The podiatrist would tell you,
"No matter your dogs are barking so loudly!" and the optometrist would
really say, "Jeepers creepers! Where'd you get those peepers?"
I enjoy skeletons, and plan to do so, right up until the day I become one myself. I'm here to tell you, I'm bad to the bone.
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