I’ve been doing the “Cough your lungs out” abdominal workout for the past couple of days, and I can really feel it working. Pretty soon I’ll have rock-hard abs and a pair of inverted lungs floating around with me like a pair of grey-pink puffy balloons attached to my mouth.
And if that mental image has put you off your lunch, well, that’s just part of the new diet program that I’ve started! I call it the “Accidentally screw up your schedule so that you’re working on really unappetizing imagery near lunchtime” diet. I’m debating putting off the poster I’ve got in until later this afternoon. I haven’t looked at any of the 11 or so pictures yet, but when the title contains words like “Septic Tibial Nonunion” you can pretty much bet it’s not going to be all fluffy bunnies and pretty flowers.
Now that I think of it, there’ve been precious few posters with fluffy bunnies and pretty flowers in my line of work. Off hand, I can only think of one, and that only counts because they were using a sort of gardening metaphor for the best way to train multidisciplinary nurse practitioners.