Janet Gogerty's Blog: Sandscript - Posts Tagged "spelling"

If you go to see your doctor and need a prescription, you will see his or her fingers flying over the keyboard and in seconds a prescription form will slip out of the printer. Very different from the old days when your GP scribbled something illegible on a pad of prescription forms. But it occurred to me that if I was a doctor the prescription would still be illegible or worse still, the patient would receive entirely the wrong drug. I am keyboard dyslexic or perhaps dyspraxic is a better word. If I typed this without the benefit of going back to fill in missing letters and change wrong letters, you would read or perhaps red something like this.
When I was at school, place and time irreleant, hte system decrteed that after first year pupils had to decide between a commercial or pfofessional copurse.
At high school we had to decide whether to take the professional or commercial course in second year. I was twelve years old. All I knew was that I did not want to work in an office and learning typing and shorthand would be boring. None of us knew then that in the future everybody would be using keyboards.
My handwriting is untidy, but I can spell, or thought I could. When you trace your pen across paper you write one letter at a time. On the keyboard your brain races ahead, followed by your fingers, typing the end of the word before the middle. A friend regularly types reports at work about 'clinets', so I know I'm not alone. With my brain and hands under the illusion that I am a typist, speed results in many wrong letters being hit.
It is a wonder that I managed to write a novel 240,000 words long - 'Brief Encounters of the Third Kind'.
But back to the doctors. Prescriptions are not the only words your doctor types while you sit in front of his or her desk. Many patients complain the doctor does not look at them, let alone listen, as he is too busy looking at their notes on the computer screen. I sympathise with the doctor, I could not type and interact with a Human Being at the same time. Due to the angle of the screen and the distance, the patient cannot read their medical details. The doctor types symptoms and advice given onto the records that will be stored for ever, he never seems to falter, though perhaps if we did look we would see a jumble of letters.

It is late, time for lights out, time to turn the computer off… just time to check my e-mails.
None, only two Facebook comments, just time for a quick look at Facebook...
'LIKE' the comments...
Didn’t even know they were expecting a baby and here’s a picture of Ultrasound Embryo.
Lilly has posted 24 new pictures to the album ‘Weekend away with my lovely new man’ hmmm, looks a bit of a wimp, who on earth’s interested anyway? Why AM I looking at photographs of people I don’t even know, at midnight?
Sign the petition to save the World, better do that.
Dave got ten out of ten for spelling quiz, did that one last night, nine out of ten.
Do you know all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody? Zoe does apparently. Well I’m not going to start doing a quiz at 12.04 am, but I’ll just have a look... multiple choice, fill in the missing words, that can’t be too difficult and won’t take long.
‘Is this the real life? Is this just - blank - that’s easy ‘fantasy’, green box hurrah, press NEXT ‘I’m just a poor boy, I need no – blank – ‘sympathy’ green box, yeah, might as well go the the end – only 26 to answer.
‘Scaramouch’ correct, what DOES scaramouch mean?
‘Gallileo, Gallileo Figaro - blank’ oh what is it, bother, red box.
‘Just gotta get out – just gotta get right outta here’ That’s true, quarter past midnight, I must log out of Facebook now, but perhaps I’ll just finish the quiz.
‘Nothing really matters – nothing really matters to me’ ...22 out of 26, does it really matter, who is interested in my score, who does these Facebook quizzes?
Jenny has been tagged in Paul’s photo, 'LIKE', who on earth is Paul? Must e-mail Jenny and ask her...

Everyone on Facebook has a ‘good reason’ why they are on it. When friends say with disdain ‘I’m not on Facebook’ we reply defensively... ‘My daughter/nephew/neighbour put me on it. I just use it to look at pictures of relatives the other side of the World. I can see pictures of friends on holiday. It's important to keep in touch with World issues...
Business people, artists, writers etc. are urged to have their own Facebook Page to help maintain their on-line presence. Well at least on one's official page nobody else's pictures or news turns up...
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