poured out before bed
“It’s wonderful that you ask so many questions about patients – about their history and their course and treatment,” the old radiologist turns away from his screen momentarily to look at me in the half light of the reading room.
“Reminds us there are souls in the bodies we look into all day.”
The gray head turns slowly back to the rendering of shades of gray on the monitor, nods a moment, then continues to dictate.
After two weeks of staring intently at conventional radiographs, CTs, MRIs, ultrasound shots, angiograms, mammograms – images of the human body, pathologic and normal, awful and a sort of beautiful abstraction in their own right – I am interested to see that one can adore medical imaging and the art of medicine all at once. And I often find this good old song running through my head as I apply that interest.