(Try repeating the words redlorryyellowlorry ten times to see what I mean.)
Buzzwords were very big in the early nineties, and may have been a hangover from the Decade That Taste Forgot (the hallucinogenic eighties)...when people regularly touched base and said things like don't even go there! while wearing stonewashed jeans and giant hair.
And the glasses that I wore that could have been doubled up as satellite dishes are best forgotten. Perhaps as we speak they are being used to guide top secret military aircraft through war-zones.
biopsychosocial (phew! I can still spell it) which is a model of nursing practice based on viewing the patient as a whole person instead of a collection of symptoms.
Nice idea, but not terribly practical when you have a 30 bedded ward being goose-stepped by prima donna consultants.
So the word became a rather cynical tool to curry extra points in essays, by pasting it in as frequently as possible, instead of a usable method of nursing.
But I discovered that philosophy doesn't make the beds.
That said, I liked the whole idea behind the biopsychosocial approach.
It made sense...if you have a pain in your big toe, it makes you grumpy and then you have no friends.
So a problem in one aspect of your being can have a ripple effect into other parts of your life and, conversely, improving one thing can have benefits elsewhere.
Shamefully, the whole lovely notion got diluted in the rivers of student life, shift work and the seriously nasty Bulgarian wine (£2 per bottle) we used to forget our troubles.
I didn't mind the curves, but I hated that I felt as physically flaccid as mentally.
So I've decided to (finally) make practical use of this model and I've joined the gym to improve my mental health (of course I didn't tell the instructor that....I don't want them to think that I'm mad). I just told them that I wanted to look like Elle McPherson as soon as possible.
I was pretty nervous when I did what is laughingly referred to as a Fitness Test...but I was pleasantly relieved to notice that the gym was not populated by size 8, lycra clad gym bunnies. The clientèle seemed surprisingly human, and wore baggy tee shirts and shiny, red faces with badly behaved hairstyles.
I felt right at home.
So that's the bio and the psycho addressed. The social?...well, two out of three ain't bad.