Those of us in the medical field know the radiologists – the doctors who read xrays, CT’s, etc. – usually sit in their dark room all day and read films, often times with CYA statements at the end of their official report that say something like, “_____ cannot be excluded, and so a [another imaging study inserted here] would be recommended …”. The type of person who typically goes into radiology is a person who doesn’t much like dealing with other people, and so they only “see” patients when, and if, they have to do a procedure, or if they pass them in the hall. It is rare that I even have the chance to discuss my clinical exam with a radiologist since they don’t usually seem to care about our seemingly worthless thoughts.
But in my hospital, I have the great honor (doesn’t always feel that way) of working with some of the smartest doctors in the world when they moonlight here away from their Ivory Tower. Their hospital is internationally recognized as one of the best medical centers in the world. Among this distinguished group are the radiologists that will moonlight here on weekends. I have to say that some of them have their nose so stuck up in the sky that we only look like ants to them, and that is how they speak to us. But something cool about medicine is that experience almost always trumps medical training. There are many nurses I would rather have treat me that some of doctors I have had the horror to meet.
So, last week I came into work and my first patient was a poor old woman who was run over accidentally by her husband with a farm tractor. I called to request a CT of the chest, concerned about flail chest and significant thoracic injury. The Ivory Tower radiologist balked at my request and stated with great annoyance (how dare I interrupt his computer game) that he would read it, but that he thought it was totally unnecessary. He felt a simple x-ray should provide adequate information. I responded by saying innocently that I was unaware that x-rays would show vessel damage since after all there are some big pipes running through the chest (aorta, IVC, subclavians and oh, that darned thing that keeps beating).
He made getting the CT a chore as well (some sort of punishment I suppose) by having the techs refuse to do it until I checked her kidney function. It was a trauma! Why should I wait for kidney function? But they insisted.
He humbly called me back an hour into this poor woman’s ER course to tell me, “Man, this lady’s really messed up!” I asked if that was his medical diagnosis. The “official” report was that she had broken 10 ribs on one side, had a collapsed right lung, and bilateral lung bruising. Nah, we didn’t need that CT now did we? I resisted the urge to rub it in and focused on taking care of the patient instead.
But every now and again, we do get an exceptional resident from the Ivory Tower. This weekend, I have the true honor to work with one such radiologist. Professional and personable, so much so that I am almost convinced that he is not a radiologist by training. Maybe he’s like that guy from Catch Me If You Can? He doesn’t call us to give us reports, but comes in to see us in person on almost every case in order to discuss the case and provide his report. This not only makes him courteous, but way smarter than the other radiologists because getting the clinical backdrop is a very good way to not miss something important. When you understand in detail why the test was ordered , it helps you zoom in on the area of concern with a different perspective.
But then he did the unthinkable. Our stellar resident actually went and examined the patient! I don’t think that in all my years of medicine I have ever witnessed such an event. I thought radiologists had lost the art of examining patients by the time they finished their internship, but this guy proved us wrong. Kudos to you my friend and maybe you will be an inspiration for the others in your field to come back down to earth.