^ This^This, and um ^This. I may get slapped at for chimming in here, but I have been up close and personal to this in my job over a very decent period of time.
The med students aren't the one's that get beaten into the ground. It's the residents. It's like it is some kind of tradition--almost cultish at times. Sadly, it's even expected. I mean I think the kind of residency does make a difference. But if you are talking internal medicine or surgery, something like that, my view has been one of seeing a good amount of certain kinds of abuse with a very low rate of financial compensation for time invested. I get that residency and fellowship salaries are more like stipends, but wow.
I don't know the whole experience, b/c I personally have yet to go through it, but I have lived and worked up very close to it. This is how I know that what Q is talking about is true. I am not saying there aren't better days. It's just hard, and it seems to me as nose-to-the-grindstone as medical school can be, it's nothing compared to most days, weeks, months, and years as a resident physician.
It seems to help if you have some good people to work and let down your hair with. I am not advocating alcohol use for abuse, but a few years after I became a nurse, I worked in a cardiac unit in a hospital that had Friday Liver Rounds. They didn't last all that long, but the were nice, fun. People would go up to the top of floor of the old hospital solarium and kick back. Don't see that too much anymore.
Residents used to have more ways to blow off steam, but darn, all the places are so wickedly uptight about every little thing any more. By the time you can get away from the hospital to let off some of the steam, it's like everyone is just too tired. But in the "old" days, the docs and some nurses used to get together and do some fun stuff right there--like on the roof or some old solarium or somewhere. (To whomever it concerns, get your mind out of the gutter.) You treasure those times when the stress was broken up by people that knew how to laugh and be silly. I remember once a CT surgery resident came around to do night rounds on roller blades. He was awesome. I know another guy that shot methylene blue into the pt's foley bags on St Patty's day. LOL. OK, these were fresh post-ops that weren't looking to have them in very long anyway. Working with people that know how to laugh makes all the difference IMHO. But nowadays some supervisor would shoot out an email about those kind of antics faster than a toilet flushes. (Can't wait to see what the former lawyer has to say about such antics.) No one ever got hurt, and people just knew how to not be so uptight and stressed all the time.
Everything seems to be so rigidly monitored anymore. There are video cameras everywhere, which is fine and good in a number of ways, but there are less and less ways for stressed out people, stuck in a hospital for umpteen hours, to let off steam. The residents used to have more fun when they could. When people are stuck in the hospital all those hours doing grueling work or monotonous paperwork or trying to deal with all the other crap and codes and crises, well they need a release. I say, embrace those with good right brain functioning!