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Today is Friday. I remember when I liked Fridays. They were good - the end of the week, time to catch up with friends and family and to reconnect with reality.
But this Friday doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because I'm a med student now and there's no such thing as a Friday in med school. The world will go on normally and happy around me and I'm not in it. That, and I have lab tomorrow morning anyway.
I realized the other day how far I've come (down) when I actually told myself, "Next week will be good... We are done at noon everyday, so I will be able to study a ton for the exam!" I officially realized that I was at the point where studying all day, all week, detached from the world, was "good".
I'm in way over my head, working and stressing so much that I've developed a nervous-mf'in-twitch in my eyelid. Great.
I don't really like anything about it. Med school, that is. I left the place and (most importantly) people I love to go across the country to pursue this "dream". I could have done anything, anywhere, and been good at it. I ask myself every day why in the world I decided to come do this here. It's miserable. I'm in debt and have been since I wasted 4 years pursuing a Biology (lol) degree and paying thousands of dollars to apply to medical school. Maybe I felt too invested already after spending all those years and all that money.
But that's okay, because after this year, comes year two, where the material gets more complex and comes at a faster rate. Plus, they throw in the USMLE at the end, another 50K+ of debt and a year of your life.
But that's okay, because after that, comes year three, where the things get about 10 times harder and (somehow) more time consuming (I guess it's possible if you go to the hospital in the middle of the night... regularly). If you liked lectures and exams, that's good, because they'll be (predictably) thrown in. Don't worry, you can study while you work. Don't forget the next year and another 50K, either.
But that's okay, because after that comes year four. The workload eases up a bit, but that's not all! You get to have the honor of paying to take step 2 of the USMLE's (which you will probably have to travel by plane to) and paying to travel the country, interview for residencies, and then pay for your own relocation to wherever the residency directing gods conclude.
But that's okay, because after that comes PGY-1, where you have to start paying back loans. Thankfully, you are working 100 hours a week so that you have $35,000 to pay them back with. Nevermind living expenses or trying to support anyone. You're a doctor, and probably not very enthused about the idea.
But that's okay, because after that come another 2-6 years of residency. If you didn't get enough the first year, come on back for more! More long hours and minimum wage M.D. work await.
But that's okay, because after that you get to take the boards and go out on your own. Nevermind the $250K in debt. You get to pay thousands in malpractice as patients you care for pose a constant threat to try and strike it rich at your expense. It'll continue when citizens and government officials periodically point to you and your salary as the reason healthcare is so expensive (if you're an ER doc, that comes after you spent the last 16 hours working for 37% reimbursement).
But that's okay, because by this point, you're a tired, bald, grey, bitter, strung-out old man (or woman), with an M.D., who wonders how in the hell this system is supposed to produce an altruistic physician.
But that's okay, because one day, your kid will tell you that they are thinking of becoming a doctor when they grow up. And it's at that point you'll pause, stop, think... and gently try to steer them in another direction.
Sorry for the rant.. but this is GOD AWFUL already. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. It doesn't get any easier, cheaper, or more fun for a long time. By the time I could possibly get anything worthwhile out of it, I'll be middle-aged, spent, and probably poor. I feel guilty when I sleep, stressed when I'm studying, and tired when I think about spending my best years this way.
I'm having serious regret-level second thoughts. I can honestly say that if I went back in time four years, knowing I would get into a good medical school if that is what I chose to do... I'd strongly consider doing something else.
Am I the only one?
But this Friday doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because I'm a med student now and there's no such thing as a Friday in med school. The world will go on normally and happy around me and I'm not in it. That, and I have lab tomorrow morning anyway.
I realized the other day how far I've come (down) when I actually told myself, "Next week will be good... We are done at noon everyday, so I will be able to study a ton for the exam!" I officially realized that I was at the point where studying all day, all week, detached from the world, was "good".
I'm in way over my head, working and stressing so much that I've developed a nervous-mf'in-twitch in my eyelid. Great.
I don't really like anything about it. Med school, that is. I left the place and (most importantly) people I love to go across the country to pursue this "dream". I could have done anything, anywhere, and been good at it. I ask myself every day why in the world I decided to come do this here. It's miserable. I'm in debt and have been since I wasted 4 years pursuing a Biology (lol) degree and paying thousands of dollars to apply to medical school. Maybe I felt too invested already after spending all those years and all that money.
But that's okay, because after this year, comes year two, where the material gets more complex and comes at a faster rate. Plus, they throw in the USMLE at the end, another 50K+ of debt and a year of your life.
But that's okay, because after that, comes year three, where the things get about 10 times harder and (somehow) more time consuming (I guess it's possible if you go to the hospital in the middle of the night... regularly). If you liked lectures and exams, that's good, because they'll be (predictably) thrown in. Don't worry, you can study while you work. Don't forget the next year and another 50K, either.
But that's okay, because after that comes year four. The workload eases up a bit, but that's not all! You get to have the honor of paying to take step 2 of the USMLE's (which you will probably have to travel by plane to) and paying to travel the country, interview for residencies, and then pay for your own relocation to wherever the residency directing gods conclude.
But that's okay, because after that comes PGY-1, where you have to start paying back loans. Thankfully, you are working 100 hours a week so that you have $35,000 to pay them back with. Nevermind living expenses or trying to support anyone. You're a doctor, and probably not very enthused about the idea.
But that's okay, because after that come another 2-6 years of residency. If you didn't get enough the first year, come on back for more! More long hours and minimum wage M.D. work await.
But that's okay, because after that you get to take the boards and go out on your own. Nevermind the $250K in debt. You get to pay thousands in malpractice as patients you care for pose a constant threat to try and strike it rich at your expense. It'll continue when citizens and government officials periodically point to you and your salary as the reason healthcare is so expensive (if you're an ER doc, that comes after you spent the last 16 hours working for 37% reimbursement).
But that's okay, because by this point, you're a tired, bald, grey, bitter, strung-out old man (or woman), with an M.D., who wonders how in the hell this system is supposed to produce an altruistic physician.
But that's okay, because one day, your kid will tell you that they are thinking of becoming a doctor when they grow up. And it's at that point you'll pause, stop, think... and gently try to steer them in another direction.
Sorry for the rant.. but this is GOD AWFUL already. There is no light at the end of the tunnel. It doesn't get any easier, cheaper, or more fun for a long time. By the time I could possibly get anything worthwhile out of it, I'll be middle-aged, spent, and probably poor. I feel guilty when I sleep, stressed when I'm studying, and tired when I think about spending my best years this way.
I'm having serious regret-level second thoughts. I can honestly say that if I went back in time four years, knowing I would get into a good medical school if that is what I chose to do... I'd strongly consider doing something else.
Am I the only one?