Summary: Budding young radiology residents are called upon at my shop to do some
of the good work. Academic work. Write a paper. I think this is a good
thing, and overall I think it helps them. You know, it helps to “build
strong bones and teeth.” Sharpens minds.
Dr. Phillips is a Professor of Radiology, Director of Head
and Neck Imaging, at Weill Cornell Medical College, NewYork–Presbyterian Hospital, New York, NY. He is a member of the Applied Radiology Editorial Advisory Board.
Research is what I’m doing when I don’t know what I’m doing.
—Wernher von Braun
young radiology residents are called upon at my shop to do some of the
good work. Academic work. Write a paper. I think this is a good thing,
and overall I think it helps them. You know, it helps to “build strong
bones and teeth.” Sharpens minds. And, it lets them get a feeling of
what academics is like, so they can promptly finish their residencies
and go into private practice. No, I kid with you.
At some point
in my budding career, I thought academics was the thing. It was all I
wanted to do. I’m a bit crazy that way—just a touch of OCD. I helped
with a few papers, got a few published, saw my name on the line after
the title with my last name first, and then my initials, and was on my
way. At first, it seemed pretty easy. That was a false sense of ease.
There are these people, you see, who stand in the way. They are called
I have experienced the glee of a first time
out-of-the-block, “just correct the names” acceptance. It is like
nothing else in the world. I have also experienced the depression of a
first time “don’t ever send this paper to us again, or to anyone we
know” rejection letter, as well. Most fall into the category of revision
and revision, and god help me, another revision request, and finally
everyone is exhausted, and it’s published because there is nothing else
to do with it.
I like most editors. They are out for the common
good. They want you to be understood and be correct, and they want their
publication to be famous—and they don’t mind making you nuts in the
meantime. So, you revise. You read the reviewer’s comments, and you
revise some more, and you revise yet again. You rewrite it. And rewrite
it again. Whew, didn’t they just tell me to put it back the way I had it
to start with? And yet you acquiesce and rewrite it.
happy getting things in print, still, so I don’t throw too much of a
fit. I have friends who stand and curse in the hallway. Others get
depressed and quiet. So far, not a single one has gone postal, but there
are a few who are the likely candidates to do so.
All in the name of science. Mahalo.