I am so burned out it's not even funny. And I have been for over a year now. I'm not sure I'll unburn as long as I'm in residency. The balance between services and education is a mythical thing in my neck of the woods; whispered about in quiet moments but never seen, never witnessed.
Medicine was the last two months of a particularly horrendous intern year--went over a month of calendar days without a day off on more than one occasion, logged an average of 90+ hrs while on a psych rotation, routinely did someone else's discharge summaries. Funny thing, I love internal medicine. And I spent the whole time trying not to go completely insane. There are dents in the walls in the wards...exactly at my forehead's height. I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions about that.
The guild structure of medicine is incredibly exploitive, and if I have my way as an attending, I'll help make it crumble. They have enormous power over us. We are 10-20 dollar an hour doctors who don't get paid overtime, and the temptation is to use us as such. As an intern, my hourly was the lowest of anyone on the floor, including the ward clerk. And making us do more work had no marginal cost to it whatsoever to a program. The ACGME is a joke. And the temptation will always be there to use the residents in such a manner so long as the system continues with this huge power differential in place.
My father (a professor in a non-medical field) has always lamented that while he loves research, he loves teaching even more, and has never once been promoted, never once been given a raise, never once gotten more than an honorarium or a plaque to signify his dedication to this. From what I've seen this is often true in the medical system. Which isn't to say that I haven't had some fantastic attendings who pushed me hard as both a psychiatrist and a physician, but funny thing, they don't really get paid any more for that, they don't get recognized for it, and the big machine doesn't give a damn that they do it.
The temptation will be to deal with it by saying that 'you've got to pay your dues'. I wonder if that's what my ancestors who were dragged into indentured servitude said? The truth is that injustice is still injustice. An even greater truth is that residency is and should be hard work. But it should be hard work with the purpose of making you a better physician, not to be a small and easily overburdened cog who's not allowed to squeak. Lying to yourself about it, making it a 'necessary evil', probably does make it easier. I have to say that one of the biggest stressors for me is the awareness of how little of the work I do is repaid in education.
Resist that. That tendency to rationalize the abuse is what makes the system continue to go round. That tendency to objectively and sterilely examine what is ultimately a social, political, and economic system that leaves it open to abuse is why it never gets changed. Because we as attendings will cognitively distort away the real horrors of residency.
I will say that, burned out or no, my GAF has risen from the 20s last year to the 50s due to the therapeutic effects of a couple of psychosocial interventions.
The institution of liquid rounds (as so eloquently put by Majesty--I'm stealing that btw) amongst my classmates. Some programs actually set aside an hour of didactics time for 'process group' so the residents can work through their frustrations and issues. Rock Band, alcohol, and stupidity seem to work pretty well for us though.
Taking your life back. I don't know about you, but I was a lot of things before med school and residency. Things that I let sit on the back burner while medicine slowly consumed more of my life. I am a doctor, but I am not defined by it. Yeah, I take my job very very seriously, to the point that work-life boundaries are a concept that I have heard of but don't quite understand, but I am more than that. I started training again, started writing, started to do the things I always did for myself and my own growth again. Not just leisure, not just pleasure. But things that matter to you.I feel more and more alive every day these days.
I have no idea where I was going with this. But good luck. And remember, more than 5 drinks in a night is a binge. Do not make me slap a diagnosis of EtOH abuse on you.