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We need some creative thought around here.
Some time ago, I found myself wandering around in a particularly inspiring setting (nature, architecture, etc), and I thought about the whole "Faustian deal". For those who are unfamiliar; wikipedia (verb) "Faust" to catch up real quick - though I suspect that most of us are familiar with the tale.
I thought to myself that I would accept a Faustian deal of sorts with either God, the "Devil", both, or neither.
I get: A superhuman number of years in my lifespan and healthspan. Specifically - I wish to be free of serious injury or terminal illness for at least 150 years from my present 33 years of age... preferably ad infinitum. I'd take immortality on this plane if it were offered. I will never have a permanent disability, develop CAD, pulm HTN, cancer, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, etc. Similarly, I want my wife to enjoy the same benefit; "til death do us part" and all. I wouldn't mind aging in a delayed fashion, or needing to move after every so many years to conceal my youthfulness.
The ethereal contract holder gets: A guarantee that I work for at least 130 hours/month in the ER (or whatever sector of the healthcare world that I can provide service in at that time period in history... lets say I do a tox fellowship, or do another IM residency, or whatever other educational avenues arise in the year 2073 when disco finally comes back)... Anyways, God/Satan gets indentured medical servitude from me for the term of the agreement, and I will always perform to the best of my ability and serve in a leadership role to achieve the contract holder's best interest. If Satan wishes to destroy the US healthcare system by ordering a serum porcelain level on every triage level 3 patient... so be it - I'm game. I get it. I'm your confederate.
Reasons why I think I get the best of the deal:
1.) I like my job. A lot. Medicine is fascinating, and always evolving. I've read more research in this past academic year than I ever did during seven years of medical school and residency. I read PubMed every day. Its better than People.
2.) I think (after a long amount of self-reflection) that the reason that I chose a career and life in medicine is because of the nobility of it. I really, honestly, do feel at some point on every shift that "all men are my brothers" and all that feelgood stuff. Mock me if you will (Veers). As long as I have a brother (or sister) to serve, it is my pleasure to do so.
3.) I work a lot right now (I've done 150+ hours a month for the past two, and for a good stretch of months before I got hitched in April in order to make-make money-money), and I still feel that I can enjoy the things that make life flavorful for me. I would love to follow baseball and hockey for the next 150 or so years. Every year. Spring is the best. Preseason baseball AND playoff hockey ?! WIN! I would love to do the small things that only take a 2-3 day stretch (swim with manatees, go take an airboat tour of the everglades, party hard after a really killer concert) for EVER. Creatively, its easy to do fun things that don't require you to block off 2+ weeks in this subsection of medicine that we live in.
4.) History. Nostalgia is the best. There's this show on AMC (also available on Amazon Prime Video) now called "Halt and Catch Fire". It explores the PC revolution of the 1980s. I remember using a dial-up modem to connect to local BBS services in the late 80s/early 90s. Look at where we are at now. The show is the BEST. Imagine every 20-30 years being able to look back at yourself and say "Wooowww, maa'aan!" How great was THAT !?!
5.) The term of the contract is long enough that it can probably be renewed, extended, or renegotiated at some point. It can probably also be bought out by the opposite ethereal force, not unlike our ED contracts of present day.
I could go on, but I'm going to pull back at this point and let y'all take over. Post the terms of your own Faustian deals, predict the emerging fellowships of 2073, or take this in your own direction.
The overarching point here, I guess is: For all the complaining that we do about our jobs, and how much we all need to have an endgame or an "exit strategy" for EM...
It's really not that bad. Keep your heads up, cowboys.
Some time ago, I found myself wandering around in a particularly inspiring setting (nature, architecture, etc), and I thought about the whole "Faustian deal". For those who are unfamiliar; wikipedia (verb) "Faust" to catch up real quick - though I suspect that most of us are familiar with the tale.
I thought to myself that I would accept a Faustian deal of sorts with either God, the "Devil", both, or neither.
I get: A superhuman number of years in my lifespan and healthspan. Specifically - I wish to be free of serious injury or terminal illness for at least 150 years from my present 33 years of age... preferably ad infinitum. I'd take immortality on this plane if it were offered. I will never have a permanent disability, develop CAD, pulm HTN, cancer, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, etc. Similarly, I want my wife to enjoy the same benefit; "til death do us part" and all. I wouldn't mind aging in a delayed fashion, or needing to move after every so many years to conceal my youthfulness.
The ethereal contract holder gets: A guarantee that I work for at least 130 hours/month in the ER (or whatever sector of the healthcare world that I can provide service in at that time period in history... lets say I do a tox fellowship, or do another IM residency, or whatever other educational avenues arise in the year 2073 when disco finally comes back)... Anyways, God/Satan gets indentured medical servitude from me for the term of the agreement, and I will always perform to the best of my ability and serve in a leadership role to achieve the contract holder's best interest. If Satan wishes to destroy the US healthcare system by ordering a serum porcelain level on every triage level 3 patient... so be it - I'm game. I get it. I'm your confederate.
Reasons why I think I get the best of the deal:
1.) I like my job. A lot. Medicine is fascinating, and always evolving. I've read more research in this past academic year than I ever did during seven years of medical school and residency. I read PubMed every day. Its better than People.
2.) I think (after a long amount of self-reflection) that the reason that I chose a career and life in medicine is because of the nobility of it. I really, honestly, do feel at some point on every shift that "all men are my brothers" and all that feelgood stuff. Mock me if you will (Veers). As long as I have a brother (or sister) to serve, it is my pleasure to do so.
3.) I work a lot right now (I've done 150+ hours a month for the past two, and for a good stretch of months before I got hitched in April in order to make-make money-money), and I still feel that I can enjoy the things that make life flavorful for me. I would love to follow baseball and hockey for the next 150 or so years. Every year. Spring is the best. Preseason baseball AND playoff hockey ?! WIN! I would love to do the small things that only take a 2-3 day stretch (swim with manatees, go take an airboat tour of the everglades, party hard after a really killer concert) for EVER. Creatively, its easy to do fun things that don't require you to block off 2+ weeks in this subsection of medicine that we live in.
4.) History. Nostalgia is the best. There's this show on AMC (also available on Amazon Prime Video) now called "Halt and Catch Fire". It explores the PC revolution of the 1980s. I remember using a dial-up modem to connect to local BBS services in the late 80s/early 90s. Look at where we are at now. The show is the BEST. Imagine every 20-30 years being able to look back at yourself and say "Wooowww, maa'aan!" How great was THAT !?!
5.) The term of the contract is long enough that it can probably be renewed, extended, or renegotiated at some point. It can probably also be bought out by the opposite ethereal force, not unlike our ED contracts of present day.
I could go on, but I'm going to pull back at this point and let y'all take over. Post the terms of your own Faustian deals, predict the emerging fellowships of 2073, or take this in your own direction.
The overarching point here, I guess is: For all the complaining that we do about our jobs, and how much we all need to have an endgame or an "exit strategy" for EM...
It's really not that bad. Keep your heads up, cowboys.