My X-Ray Machine

I am sitting here wondering, what is it that residents are thinking when they see my large, noisy portable x-ray machine coming down the hall. Do they think that it will become magically skinny like Harry Potters Knight Bus? They all look at me...try not to make eye contact and look away. Then the pod of residents slowly branches out to take up even more room in the already over-crowded hall in the hospital hallway. I think, "I know you can hear my machine...for the love of god I've got the incredibly sqeaky wheel and it sounds like my generator is going to fall out right here on the floor." So I have to stop and say as cheerfully as I can muster, "Excuse me kids. I don't want to hit you." They seem so surprised. "OH! Are you coming in here?" Yes jackass...I am coming in here. YOU ordered an x-ray, right? So they all look around at each other like which of them needs to move. REALLY??? I finally get into the room and have explained to my patient what I am there for and what we are going to do. I get my x-ray plate behind my patient and position my machine when all of the sudden one of the residents from the pod feels the need to run in as to beat me and say "OH, I'll just be a minute." And now I have to wait...when they ordered the x-ray STAT. Next time I think I might just say, "X-Ray! You're gonna get it!" and snap my picture. I sometimes wonder if they are just trying to pull some passive aggressive BS with me to prove that they are more important than I am. I am not here to prove to you that I am more important...I am here to aid you in your diagnosis so that we can work together for the benefit of the patients. Work with me here...or You're just gonna get it.