I Don't Think I'm in Kansas Anymore
As a tantalizing clue as to my decrepitude, I have vague recollections of life before color TV. For some reason, my family was slow to embrace new technology (which probably explains my geeky obsession with Everything New) and I spent a good deal of my formative years viewing the world in black and white. I remember particularly the night we crossed the street to watch The Wizard of Oz on our friends' new color set in glorious Technicolor. OMG--it was like when I first got glasses and saw how blurry and ill-defined my world had been. Oz really was amazing, those shoes were really red, the witch was a sickening green, and the monkeys were much more scary than ever before. (In contrast, black and white was perfect for the tornado scene--as an Iowa girl, I didn't need to see that in color to be terrified.) It might as well have been in 3D, it was such an amazing revelation.
So what's that have to do with anything? Well, that requires a little back story.
Part of the reason I harp on the necessity to choose a great transcription course is because I hope to help people to avoid my own mistakes. I took a course that claims to be wonderful without researching enough to know the real score. Upon entering the work force, I felt inadequate to the task and it probably took me the first year or two to feel at least on a par with graduates of M-TEC and Andrews. Even once I was able to transcribe without researching to double check every fourth word, I remained insecure about my abilities. Heck, even now I still operate under a certain mantle of paranoia. I learned very quickly that you don't know what you don't know until you know it and unless you learn from someone who definitely "knows it" themselves, how good is your education, really? If I hadn't been suckered in by that assertion that "cheaper can be just as good--you just have to want it and work that much harder. . ." my self confidence would be thanking me now. Paying double on tuition would have been a bargain as far as readiness for the job and maximizing my earning potential.
Fast forward to now, as I am enrolled in my first AHIMA course, Anatomy & Physiology, and I'm having flashbacks to that Oz revelation so many years ago. Yes, my MT course included a unit on anatomy--and I mastered it quickly--but I see once again how lacking that basis is. We learned little more than mere names for body parts, a bit on planes, and. . . not much else, really. Only six chapters into my course, I'm already seeing the world in a much richer, three-dimensional fashion and I'm gobsmacked. Yeah, I whined at first about having to steep myself in basic chemistry and biology, but I see now why that was important. Now that I'm into actual anatomy, my world is zooming into much clearer focus. More and more, I'm seeing benefits even in my current job of transcription. Whereas before I understood the terms that went together and their general meaning, now I feel much more in tune with what I'm dealing with. I've always enjoyed the major specialties--cardiology, gastroenterology, oncology, pulmonology, urology, orthopedics--and when they'd speak of malignancies, I'm seeing clearer distinctions between things like "adenoma," "carcinoma," "sarcoma," "adenocarcinoma," all the way up to "glioblastoma." Before, I knew only that anything -oma was a tumor and usually carried bad mojo with it. Now, I'm starting to hear these terms and flash back to my textbook illustrations and tables and see that patient much more tangibly in my mind's eye and even have a clue as to their prognosis.
It's been a real revelation, I tell you. Now, I can't speak to the specifics the aforementioned courses get into as far as anatomy and physiology, though I do believe they use The Language of Medicine (a really excellent book--of course, also not included in my official training). At this point, I can't imagine even training to be an MT without getting into this much detail. Obviously, in training specifically to become a tumor registrar, it's mandatory.
Getting my first real glimpses of Medicine in glorious Technicolor, I am reeling in the wondrousness of it all. It bolsters my "you don't know what you don't know" motto, of course, but I'm starting to feel like my world is coming into focus more each day. As long as I keep those danged flying monkeys on the periphery, I'm great.