shadowtiger0 said:There's a bit of everything, sure. I'll be the first to admit that an epidemiologist shouldn't be pulling the same paycheck as a surgeon—not that I even knew about this mess until now...—but they do.
That said, in most cases, doctors were top-tier students with incredible memories and a hell of a work ethic. On the day they decided to take on a grueling specialty right after graduation and grind away at it for years—believe me, that makes a massive difference compared to what we do.
I breezed through my college years... sort of. Some harder classes gave me a bit of trouble, but hey, I made it. If you saw the sheer volume of studying a doctor has to do, followed by their actual workload—you wouldn't say that.
Let me give you an example to illustrate: Pat. One of my buddies from the crew is getting married. We didn't have one of our resident doctors on duty at the ER that night. He rolls into the OR around 11 PM. Usually, he's this high-energy, hilarious guy—a textbook extrovert. This time, he's silent, eyes glued to the floor. We, being our usual "cheerful" selves, try to crack a few jokes to get him going. Finally, he snaps: "Guys, seriously, stop messing around, I just had a patient die on the table..."
Can you even imagine the looks on our faces? Now, imagine seeing that every single month for the rest of your life, while watching family members whine about every little thing while these guys just stay silent, swallow it, and push forward.
The medical professionals I know are all on the front lines actually working. As for those ones lounging in comfy office chairs? Not so much.
I'm not saying our job sucks (because it doesn't!), but it isn't like theirs. Not even close.
Listen, friend, in my career I've dealt with a student who was assaulted at thirteen, a sea of kids with parents struggling with alcoholism or drugs, children showing signs of schizophrenia, every possible spectrum of trauma, neglected and sick kids. My child's teacher lived through the death of a student. I am responsible for providing first aid in my school and I carry that weight with me every single day; I have a first aid kit right here in my classroom, I know how to administer an enema, I know how to react during a seizure. I deal with parents I'd have to report to CPS, I coordinate with the police, and I deal with lazy colleagues. Every day I'm in direct physical danger walking home late after a shift. Don't talk to me about responsibility.
A surgeon once told me he wouldn't teach even if they doubled his salary, because he's in awe of the patience required for our profession. He said performing heart surgery is routine for him, and at least his patients stay quiet.🤣
I love him and his dark sense of humor.
On the other hand, there's this jerk who told a pregnant woman she shouldn't address the baby by name because it's just a "fetus," not a person (I'm a pediatrician). Today, that same person sits there with a medical degree they basically memorized, unable to even deliver a baby anymore, instead spending their time sucking up to corrupt politicians and writing meaningless papers on medical history. They were always sleazy; I couldn't fathom them even studying medicine. Dirty nails, messy hair, zero hygiene.
Friend, you have no idea what it's like to face a reading list that spans 26 pages just for a single exam. A reading list.
Back when we were students, the hardest exams in the country were in my and your major: organic chemistry and new American literature. Nothing compared to medicine.
In my case, there were six semesters where retakes weren't even an option. In your colleagues' case, you already know the deal.
I never had a single exam like that.
Just being able to cram and having a high capacity for rote memorization doesn't mean everyone coming out of med school is worthy of respect. Just ask me about the doctors who treated me, or the idiot who told me when I was nineteen that I had six months to live after my brain scan came back...