I guess I order a lot of CT scans.

It’s my reputation anyway.  According, so I’ve heard, to the radiology techs and nurses.  And I know at least one of the docs in my group feels this way.  Sometimes he’ll ask me my opinion on a patient he’s seeing.  “I know you’d scan this patient,” he’ll say, “since you love ordering them so much.”

I shouldn’t let this kind of thing bother me.  Why should I care what the techs and nurses think?  Let them walk a mile in my shoes.  They’re not held accountable if they miss a head bleed or PE or small bowel obstruction or neck fracture.  I am.

But still.  I don’t want to be known as the guy who scans everything.  The implication is you’re weak.  Or stupid.  Don’t believe me?  Ask Nurse K (here and here). 

Part of it, I think, is the docs I work with.  They’ve all been practicing a minimum of ten years, most a lot more.  It doesn’t matter how book smart you are, there’s no substitute for laying hands on tens of thousands of patients and the clinical wisdom that comes with it.  Not to mention when they were in training it apparently took an act of Congress to order one, and the image wasn’t even that great.

In the end, you can’t worry about any of that stuff.  You just have to do what you think is right for your patients.  And I stand behind every scan I’ve ever ordered.

So anyway, the other night I figured out a way to see how many scans each doc ordered over the last month.  And I’m not even leading the group.  I’m definitely firmly entrenched on the right side of the bell curve, but I’m not the crazy outlier I’ve been led to believe.

Not that it ever mattered anyways.  But still, ha.