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Here is an interesting article from Washington Post editorial page:
Devalued Doctors
By Jean A. Schoonover
Monday, August 11, 2003; Page A17
The MTV show "Cribs" featured a special on celebrities' cars rather than, as was usually the case, their mansions. My husband and I were on vacation, and so we snuggled together in the basement and watched as basketball players and rap artists boasted six Bentleys or Lamborghinis with tires worth more than our Volkswagen Jetta. One celebrity, whose name I had never heard before this show, obliged us with a tag-along documentary as he car-shopped for another Aston Martin. He pronounced Aston "Austin," as in Texas.
My '94 Ford Escort had more than 120,000 miles on it before I finally took out a loan to buy a new Ford Escape. It is a great vehicle: the shiniest truck on the block in our modest light-blue-collar neighborhood in southern Maryland. From here my husband can make it to work in our nation's capital in about 45 minutes when the traffic complies. But it seems to be the new $400 monthly car payment that is the latest setback in our suffocating budget. Maybe I should have gone with the Honda Civic after all. But, then, I really did appreciate the big tires and the four-wheel drive this past winter driving to work in La Plata. And I certainly could not have afforded to miss work, given the money situation.
What is it that we do for a living, you might ask. Am I a waitress and my husband a bus driver? Do I perhaps clean houses while my husband surfaces driveways? Are we getting just what we deserve doing menial labor after goofing off and getting married right out of high school? Should we have planned better so that we would have two nickels to rub together?
My husband and I are both physicians. I am in private practice in internal medicine and he is an ophthalmologist. Our training consisted of four years of college, four years of medical school and four years of residency. Each. Our collective student loan debt is more than a quarter of a million dollars. Each month I pay Nelnet $1,003, Sallie Mae $300 and SunTrust $881, just as an example. Nelnet is a graduated payment. This is the lowest it will be as I pay it off over the next 15 years. When I am 47, I hope to be out of debt and to begin saving for retirement. It is not clear yet when we will be able to afford to have children.
Our mortgage is less than half as much as the loan payments: We save hugely by not living in the city. Some of my husband's loans are fortunately still in deferment, but they are collecting interest all the same. He has another year of residency before joining a practice. His colleagues inform him that the average starting salary for an ophthalmologist, a highly specialized surgeon trained to perform Lasik and extract cataracts, is less than $90,000 in the D.C. area. We have done the math at our dining room table many a Sunday night. His paycheck will not come close to covering his loan payments once his grace period ends.
Something is wrong with our nation's outlook on health care these days. I have come to name this phenomenon the "Devaluation of the Doctor." As I hear grumbling about Congress's making more Medicare cuts and my patients' complaints about $10 co-payments while they dig $300 cell phones out of their Gucci bags, I am getting just the slightest bit bitter. Somewhere along the way, as we sat back and let insurance companies turn caring for the sick into an industry, we lost sight of the importance of medical care and those individuals who sacrifice their entire twenties to learn how to save lives and keep us healthy. HMOs have bred a population more interested in paying for a cellular phone plan than a physical. It saddens me to meet a new patient who is "transferring his care" to me (after sticking loyally to the same doctor for 40 years) just because "Doc So-and-So stopped taking Mamsi."
It's a rainy day, and the neighborhood kids aren't playing basketball as usual. If they were, I'd be tempted to open the front door and holler to them, "You go, boys! Forget about algebra and focus on your three-pointer." After all, what have my hard-earned straight A's and Honor Society tassels gotten me but a fear of foreclosure?
The writer is a physician in Maryland.
? 2003 The Washington Post Company
Devalued Doctors
By Jean A. Schoonover
Monday, August 11, 2003; Page A17
The MTV show "Cribs" featured a special on celebrities' cars rather than, as was usually the case, their mansions. My husband and I were on vacation, and so we snuggled together in the basement and watched as basketball players and rap artists boasted six Bentleys or Lamborghinis with tires worth more than our Volkswagen Jetta. One celebrity, whose name I had never heard before this show, obliged us with a tag-along documentary as he car-shopped for another Aston Martin. He pronounced Aston "Austin," as in Texas.
My '94 Ford Escort had more than 120,000 miles on it before I finally took out a loan to buy a new Ford Escape. It is a great vehicle: the shiniest truck on the block in our modest light-blue-collar neighborhood in southern Maryland. From here my husband can make it to work in our nation's capital in about 45 minutes when the traffic complies. But it seems to be the new $400 monthly car payment that is the latest setback in our suffocating budget. Maybe I should have gone with the Honda Civic after all. But, then, I really did appreciate the big tires and the four-wheel drive this past winter driving to work in La Plata. And I certainly could not have afforded to miss work, given the money situation.
What is it that we do for a living, you might ask. Am I a waitress and my husband a bus driver? Do I perhaps clean houses while my husband surfaces driveways? Are we getting just what we deserve doing menial labor after goofing off and getting married right out of high school? Should we have planned better so that we would have two nickels to rub together?
My husband and I are both physicians. I am in private practice in internal medicine and he is an ophthalmologist. Our training consisted of four years of college, four years of medical school and four years of residency. Each. Our collective student loan debt is more than a quarter of a million dollars. Each month I pay Nelnet $1,003, Sallie Mae $300 and SunTrust $881, just as an example. Nelnet is a graduated payment. This is the lowest it will be as I pay it off over the next 15 years. When I am 47, I hope to be out of debt and to begin saving for retirement. It is not clear yet when we will be able to afford to have children.
Our mortgage is less than half as much as the loan payments: We save hugely by not living in the city. Some of my husband's loans are fortunately still in deferment, but they are collecting interest all the same. He has another year of residency before joining a practice. His colleagues inform him that the average starting salary for an ophthalmologist, a highly specialized surgeon trained to perform Lasik and extract cataracts, is less than $90,000 in the D.C. area. We have done the math at our dining room table many a Sunday night. His paycheck will not come close to covering his loan payments once his grace period ends.
Something is wrong with our nation's outlook on health care these days. I have come to name this phenomenon the "Devaluation of the Doctor." As I hear grumbling about Congress's making more Medicare cuts and my patients' complaints about $10 co-payments while they dig $300 cell phones out of their Gucci bags, I am getting just the slightest bit bitter. Somewhere along the way, as we sat back and let insurance companies turn caring for the sick into an industry, we lost sight of the importance of medical care and those individuals who sacrifice their entire twenties to learn how to save lives and keep us healthy. HMOs have bred a population more interested in paying for a cellular phone plan than a physical. It saddens me to meet a new patient who is "transferring his care" to me (after sticking loyally to the same doctor for 40 years) just because "Doc So-and-So stopped taking Mamsi."
It's a rainy day, and the neighborhood kids aren't playing basketball as usual. If they were, I'd be tempted to open the front door and holler to them, "You go, boys! Forget about algebra and focus on your three-pointer." After all, what have my hard-earned straight A's and Honor Society tassels gotten me but a fear of foreclosure?
The writer is a physician in Maryland.
? 2003 The Washington Post Company