I get another job offer. This one is for medical records, lots of broken up text (harder to translate than continuous text), and handwriting by medical people. It's also not too many words, but will be disproportionately time consuming because of the broken up text. Ick. I take it anyway, because I'm available and I need the money. Once I receive the file, I check through it and skim some of the notes made by an English-speaking doctor. Turns out that the patient was in a side-impact auto accident and has some injuries similar to mine. This person's injuries were considerably more extensive, but one of them… I'm getting an MRI of my neck tomorrow to look for the same problem with the same vertebrae because I've got the same symptoms.
This is going to be a tough job.
139 words | December 28, 2004 06:55 PM | Miss Trauma