Betty Brown
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joined Dec 2003
I’ll try not to micromanage my kids' career paths, but I’m definitely going to push them away from medicine. If they insist on healthcare, maybe dentistry. It's mostly just based on what I've seen within my own family.
I really wouldn't want my kids to deal with all this bullshit.
First off, if you actually commit to the coursework—which is basically mandatory—those six years pretty much swallow your entire life whole.
Then there's the massive frustration of watching people who barely showed up to class, or somehow managed to scrape by through sheer luck, suddenly land the best residencies.
Even if you do score a residency, you're basically an indentured servant for the next few years until you finish, working exhausting on-call shifts until you're physically spent. So, once again, you have zero life; your family gets pushed to the side, which is especially brutal for women.
Once residency ends, the exploitation just keeps going, usually seasoned by those same colleagues who, by some miracle, always manage to squeeze themselves into every conference or force their way onto research papers they didn't even touch. And god forbid, they're always finding ways to get involved in side projects that bring in extra cash.
It takes maybe ten years of specialized training before things settle down enough to actually have a normal work schedule. But by then, it's usually too late because you've witnessed way too much nonsense. And if you haven't experienced a disaster personally—though the odds are high—you'll see it happen. For example: you spend all day on the ward, then switch to clinic duty where patients keep rolling in all night, and at 4 AM, a kid comes in with a fever. You think it looks minor, so you send them home. Then the kid dies in the morning. It isn't just about having to explain things to a parent; it's the fact that you carry that weight forever: "If I had just admitted them, that child would be alive today." You can Google it all you want, but the consequences stay with you. And it's not just your own mistakes; it's seeing the incompetence of those aforementioned colleagues you're stuck on the ward with.
And I don't even need to mention what happens to your family life during all those years.
That kind of psychological pressure and grind simply isn't worth the paycheck, no matter how many times over they multiply the money doctors make now. I went through a pretty tough degree myself and I work hard, but human lives aren't riding on my decisions, and I actually make more money.
So, I'm not surprised when doctors, once their Hippocratic idealism cools off and they look around, start feeling cheated compared to everyone else and begin looking for "other ways" to make a living.
I honestly think the only people who should be practicing medicine are monks without families—people who have renounced worldly comforts, have a spiritual calling for it, and can actually handle the burden.