At work we are transitioning from transcriptionists to the voice recognition software Dragonspeak. The transcriptionists are all being "redeployed" to new jobs within the hospital. Or maybe Obama is sending them to Afghanistan.
Anyway, Salem Hospital recently blocked Facebook and Blogger and just about every other interesting website, which has really made my job a lot less fun. So this afternoon I decided to have a little fun with Dragonspeak, using it to type my e-mails and personal letters and such. (Mind you I had signed out all my cases and read two journals, so, No, I wasn't neglecting my doctorly duties...well, at least not too much).
Our Dragonspeak came completely loaded with a medical lexicon so it can "understand" words like "leukoerythroblastosis" and "malakoplakia" and other ridiculously long words that medical personnel use to make themselves feel smart. On the downside, it seems like the computer tries to turn everything into a medical situation. This provided for some amusement, when I spoke about my first 26.2, Washington's Birthday Marathon, but instead got "Washington's birthday marajuana"!
On further reflection, maybe the computer was right after all. Running has certainly become my addiction of choice. It mellows me out, and man, does it give me the munchies! And Washington's Birthday Marathon was the "gateway drug" that lead me to the the ultramarathon path.
Like any junkie, I am willing to go to ridiculous lengths to get my fix. So Friday, I am off to Bandera, Texas to run my second 100K in pursuit of a nice, long runner's high. I am desperately hoping to avoid the "bad trip" of my last 100k (ironically, by actually taking drugs (steroid inhalers) to prevent this).