Wednesday, February 08, 2006

The CR Ballad

Come 'n listen to my story 'bout my new CR.
It cost a pretty penny but the pitchers sure were poor.
But then one day we were lookin' at a chest,
And darn if it weren't lots worse than all the rest...
Missed a in trouble...
Well, the first thing we did was to call the service boys,
And they all said, "ain't a problem with our toys,
Any product with our label is as perfect as can be,
It's gotta be yore doggone PACS that will not let you see..."
DICOM problems, or somethin'
So we called up our PACS service boys, and this is what they said:
"We don't mess with any data or with any DICOM head.
What the CR sends to us is what we send on to your station,
The FDA don't let us alter yore interpretation"
So they got out every service guy from east of Tennessee,
And they worked on it for hours just for you and just for me.
And doggone if they didn't make it better than before,
So I don't have to kick that darn machine right out the door.
Gonna keep it, since it works now.
Here's the moral of the story, folks. On this you can depend:
A lot of finger-pointing gets you nowhere in the end.
If yore CR's lookin' crummy and you can't DICOM-Retrieve,
It could be that your current vendor really ought to leave.
Or at least help you out, like ours did. Y'all come back now, hear?

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