I concur with the observation that the old school doctors are a bunch of whining, spoiled, ninnies. Boo friggin' hoo. Just because they got abused they feel like everyone should. Times change. Medicine has changed. The current system of residency training dates back to the turn of the last century and was institutionalized in the fifties, almost sixty years ago. Imagine bringing some residents from 1960 forward in time and let's see how they'd cope.
Additionally, medical training used to be almost the exclusive domain of geeky, single white guys living almost monastic lives with no outside famial or financial responsibilities. That's why an intern c. 1950 could get by on a stipend of 25 buck per month, living and eating as he did in the hospital.
I have a family and those old-school doctors who think I should sacrifice them to their dream of the Good Old Days can go **** themselves. It isn't even about patient care, either, because the mutant system of health care delivery that has evolved in teaching hospitals ensures that most of our time is wasted on meaningless adminstrative tasks.
I also have to point out again that medicine is not a cult. It's a business. There is not loyalty, no reward for taking one for the team, and no reason to sacrifice yourself for the profit of somebody else which is exactly what the hospital wants and would have you do except that those uppity residents won't stop complaining about being worked like Tortugan sugar plantation slaves.
The arrogance of the old school makes me want to burn the mother down. As if I'm going to let my kids grow up without me and my wife become a functional single-mother because some senior doctors can't figure out how to make the hospital more efficient.
Why, in the Good Old Days they could keep you in the hospital 120 hours out of a 168-hour week. That's 48 hours or a little more than six hours per day for sleep, personal time, hobbies, or other unimportant things like family.