Evidence that Fran can write a load of old Baloney
A friend saw the photograph of me I have on my blog (see the sidebar) and said, 'You look as though you have a neck problem.' And there was I, trying to look engaging and light-hearted. 'The blue tee-shirt looks nice, though,' he added, to compensate for suggesting I looked as though I had cervical spondylosis. I'm proud of knowing terms such as cervical spondylosis. It's all down to having trained as a medical secretary when I was eighteen. We had to learn medical terms with all the Greek and Latin prefixes and suffixes so that we knew the difference between hypothermia and hyperthermia and didn't condemn someone to an early grave by getting it wrong on the doctor's letter. When I first trained in the late 1970s, we didn't even have audio typing, let alone computers. I went into the doctor's office and took the letters down in shorthand on a spiral notepad before decoding my scribbles and typing them up. Fran kept her fingers on the...