The radiologist that read the film had a habit of going to the surgeons the following day and asking them what they had found. He would open up a blank report so that it looked as if it was dictated at the time of the exam, but would then hold the reports as “preliminary” and finalize them after dictating in the results of the surgeries. That way it looked like he had picked up on all these small findings before anyone else knew about them. He was a decent radiologist, so no one seemed to mind that he was adding all these findings after the fact. Now it burned me.
That’s too light.
I’m pissed off as hell.
I believe the Americans call this kind of thing “Monday morning quarterbacking.”
Whatever you might call it, this is cheating in my book.
I don’t know why they let that radiologist get away with this kind of behaviour.
Moreover, I can’t believe that anyone would take the man’s reports seriously, leave alone the surgeons that he got information from. If by chance I was a surgeon in that hospital, I would intentionally throw him red herrings.
In case you haven’t been following Whitecoat’s account of his malpractice case, see previous posts of his epic saga here. Far better than reading any crime/legal thriller, cheap or otherwise. John Grisham could take lessons from Whitecoat.
*This blog post was originally published at scan man's notes*