I’m stumped. I understand the sentence on its face,
but I don’t see the connection to the acronym.
Maybe it’s just a mnemonic in med schools… like
“ROY G. BIV”
I just bought this shirt, which I think is delightfully odd:
I once had a T-shirt with this image on it. I don’t worry about nuclear war so much anymore. I also don’t like to express my views on my clothes or anything else anymore. I have difficulty wearing shirts if the image is heavy enough that I can feel it. I find that too annoying. I would prefer to cut the tags out of shirts than to see the imprint of the tagless tags through the shirt.
I know that I’m going to have to wear a shirt with an imprint on it later this year. I know they’re going to buy poly blend rather than heavy 100% percent cotton. I’m going to have to wear a heavy 100% percent cotton shirt underneath that shirt and I’m going to have to align the seams.
Ummm… a fistula is often surgically created in a person’s arm by connecting an artery and a vein directly, bypassing the capillaries and other small vessels. In time the venous fistula “matures”-- it becomes enlarged and thickened. This is done to allow easy access for hemodialysis in patients with severe kidney failure. Hence, the fistula does save lives. Don’t know about that REFUSAL though.
Another type of fistula is an abnormal opening between organs that don’t usually communicate with each other. For example, a woman can develop a fistula between the colon and vagina-- obviously NOT something that saves a life.
Yeah, I thought about that. And that from “fistula” we eventually got “whistle”, but that made even less sense. A quick Googling got me nowhere with R.E.F.U.S.A.L., too.
What’s Odd about that? I think it’s brilliant! (Being that a crossbow fires quarrels…)
(There isn’t anything like the NRA for Crossbow users, is there?)
There’s also the type which you put in a cow, leaving a large plastic-rimmed hole with a plastic plug in it. The purpose is to allow for examination of the contents of the cow’s rumen. I’ve had my arm in one up to the elbow. I know.
(I cannot think of any direct ways in which this saves lives, but I can think of several reasons to refuse.)
I stopped for something to drink while driving through a small town in SE Tennessee yesterday (which kinda says it all!) and saw a guy with a t-shirt that read:
I’m so very, very tired of that stereotypical denigration of southern Appalachian traditional music, which is (IMHO) one of America’s true cultural treasures. Everyone’s up in arms about “profiling”, but when it’s poor rural whites, who’s gonna kick?
This is such a timely, perfect preamble to my next one! John Birchers take note:
I was recently watching some TV program about a mainland Chinese pop dance troupe, and one of the fellows during rehearsal wore a t-shirt that read, “PINKO”.