New class. Here we go again

So here we go again, writing a journal/diary/blog for class again.

This time it’s for Medical Documents. Really. As to why we need to write a journal for Medical Documents is beyond me. Since I’m taking it online (yes, I’m doing yet another online course; let the good times begin) I assume it’s to see if we can put together a sentence properly, and I mean properly. When reading the assigned text book and going over all the grammar we supposedly learned in grade school, nouns, adverbs, and all the proper punctuations, it’s amazing how much we learned. It’s also amazing how much we have forgotten. I mean, I don’t remember learning about nonessential phrases, or parenthetical expression, but the paragraphs I’ve just written has them. Ha.

My first journal entry for this class was quite brief. My second entry existed, well in my mind it existed and it just failed to make it to paper is all. No excuse, but I can explain. I was working nights that week out of the blue and I remembered I had to do it, but when working nights is not part of your regular schedule you tend to get a bit absent minded and lose track of things, especially what day/time it is. Also my mother’s house, which is a semi-detached, was affected by lighting that had struck the neighbour’s house. The wall that is between them blew all her plugs and few others in different locations; along with the phones, TV and the cable. So I helped her in dealing with the insurance, cable, Bell Canada, and the hydro people. Luckily, we have a family friend who is an electrician and he went over right away to make sure things were safe.

I had mentioned in my first med-doc journal that I was going to look for my piano timer to help with my typing speed. While at my mother’s house, I looked for the timer; which is called a metronome by the way. My mother thinks my niece took it when she was learning piano. This means I’ll never see it again, sniff... sniff. Oh well, I still have to slow down and focus. My mind is constantly wondering while I type. I see the letters, think of my finger placement, might even say the letters softly, yet my mind sometimes wonders off. How I am suppose to write my best selling novel?  Those games don’t help me; good ole practice is my thing. Maybe I’ll use voice recognition when I write my novel(s). Yet, the way my mind wonders that might be scary to see down on paper, but it would be very interesting. Smile.

Ciao for now,

Dee