One of the ER doctors I do is an excellent dictator, speaks plainly at a conversational rate, and the Voice Recognition software likes him. Still, every now and then, he pitches one low and inside and the VR pops it up into the stands, like so, “She denies swimming or getting her ears excessively wet, although she does obviously date on a regular basis.” Should have been “bathe on a regular basis . . .” On another report, according to VR, “The patient smokes for the government.”
I’ve been doing a spate of Emergency Room notes and in one such, “Hibiclens,” which they use for wound cleansing in the ER, hit the spellchecker like a ton of bricks. Best guess was “icicles.” Which led, as things will, to a chorus or two of . . .
If you like your smooth jazz light and tuneful with a touch of whimsy in the lyrics, Michael Franks is your go-to guy.
And third time’s the charm for the folks up East who have had snow. . .
I could knit for hours to this kind of music. Good thing I have a Michael Franks playlist in Rhapsody and my Squeezebox internet radio can access it . . .