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BEANS IN MY EARS
November 2, 2000
I nearly jump out of my skin as the sound of the telephone erupts in my ear. Ive been doing transcription for Dr. T for over 20 years and Ive never adjusted to the fact that his telephone resides right next to wherever it is that he dictates and that its ring in the microphone of the dictation unit is ear shattering.
People who dictate notes never think about what their transcriptionists hear. I put up with this guys telephone sending my head through the roof with the sound of the loud ring for years, until I finally wrote him a note that said WILL YOU PLEASE TURN YOUR DAMN TELEPHONE DOWN!!! It was amazing. I got an apology and for the past four months life has been blissfully quiet.
When the phone rings, its softly and doesnt cause a shrill stabbing through my brain. However, for some reason hes turned the ringer back up again and I guess Im going to have to get testy again. I cant stand the noise in my ear.
There have been some funny instances. One guy seems to have his dictation unit with him everywhere. Hes a busy man and so must get his dictation in whenever he has a few moments. Thus it is that Ill hear the sound of his walking around, and then the echoing sound that you would expect to hear if you were recording in a bathroom. Ive never actually heard flushing, but my imagination runs wild.
Sometimes dictation is recorded at a convalescent hospital. It sends chills down my spine to hear the sounds of the patients in the background, moaning or shrieking. At one hospital someone has a whistle that blows regularly and shrilly. I read the stories of their lives, the incontinent ones, the ones who attack staff or intrude themselves into other patients rooms, who throw food or refuse to get out of bed. I think of the people these patients once were, who loved, married, raised families, held grandchildren on their laps, and who would be very embarrassed to see the person they have ultimately become.
It makes me frightened, when I remember my loving grandmother, expelled from a rest home for being too aggressive with the other patients. Am I getting a glimpse of my own life some years down the road?
My most frequent dictator tends to ramble. Ive been doing his transcription for so long that its hard to believe I actually started doing this in a day when all I had was a non-self-correcting electric typewriter. He still start a sentence, and then change his mind about 10 times before finally getting it the way he wants. The delete key is my friend but there are times in the middle of the night when Ill scream JUST SAY IT, WILL YOU!!!!
Another dictator drones on and on and on in such a boring monotone that it literally puts me to sleep. Ive typed some pretty interesting things in my sleep! I know its time to call it quits and take a nap when I read what Ive written and realize that it bears no relation to what was dictated whatsoever.
Meetings are always fun to transcribe. Someone will hand you a tape to transcribe, neglecting to indicate how many people are speaking or to give any indication of who they are at all. And yet youre supposed to produce a coherent transcript. Man with screechy voice says... Coughing woman adds...
The classic dictator, though was DMD, an orthopedist. DMD rambled incessantly. His reports would be 6 single spaced pages in which he would repeat himself in several different ways, saying the same thing over and over again until the transcriptionist wanted to scream. But not only was his dictation boring as hell, but he seemed to have no realization that anything he said or did could be picked up by the microphone of the dictation unit.
The best example of this came when my friend Diane (whom Peggy and I recently visited in Seattle) was transcribing one of his tapes. She kept cringing and making sounds. She finally shared that DMD had a cold and that he kept clearing the phlegm from his throat and the sound was nauseating her. If he spits, Im outta here, she said. She continued typing for a bit and suddenly ripped the earphones from her head, threw them across the desk and shrieked Ohhh...yuck...he DID!
Its a rare person who gives clear, concise dictation, free
from extraneous noise and other distractions, but when I have the good fortune to work for
such a person, I really value the dictation!
|created 10/31/00 by Bev Sykes|