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What I learned from writing about specialties I never practiced?

December 1984 marks the pivotal moment in my life, the year I stepped into an unfamiliar world that would reshape my professional future. Dentistry was an alien territory, yet I found myself walking through the corridors of the Prosthetic Lab and navigating the imposing five-story dental building that stretched right across the road, housing dental departments.

Through countless decisions and transformations that began as tentative steps into the alien world over the decades, I pivoted into another field still alien to me, medical writing.

I found myself explaining everything from the eyes and ears to the heart, nutrition, lungs, and mental health, and much more, but not dentistry.

The challenges were real

Rarely had I stepped out of my comfort zone till now, but now everything was in flux. The work landscape was transforming from manual to digital and from on-site to remote; above all, adaptability became essential rather than optional.

I risked oversimplifying or misinterpreting science.

Navigating unfamiliar jargon.

Striving to earn the trust of medical professionals, colleagues, and lay readers.

Degrees weren’t the only currency; discipline and process were also what mattered.

What helped me survive

  • Rigorous research

  • Curiosity

  • Consistency

  • Reading and being informed

Writing outside my practiced speciality has

  • Helped me expand adaptability across medical domains

  • Increased my ability to translate complex language into simple and understandable language

  • Building a diverse portfolio to prove my versatility

  • Empathy for patients trying to understand their diagnosis

Health care is vast. The more we explore, the more powerful its impact is, as our words make a world of difference in the lives of many not known to us.


 

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