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This might be a length ramble, but I really want some opinions from others!
First of all, I applied to MD programs in 2008 summer as a young short-sighted college student, and ultimately did not get in. At this time, I am doing full time biochemistry research, and I was going to apply this summer to a mix of MD and MD/PhD programs. But as I am working on this lengthy, lengthy prehealth application (which I should have worked on months ago, actually ), I am having second thoughts.
Recently, with multiple events in my life and epiphanies, I've really decided that I want a "life." This might sound funny, but I used to be the kind of girl who was really career-driven and academic-focused, and nothing else seemed nearly as important. I figured, I'll just get into a med school first, get into a great residency next, work my ass off, but then get a good job, and then I can be set and I'll worry about the rest of my life then.
And of course, like everyone else, I've heard about how medicine is all about making a sacrifice, you have to be ready to miss out on the prime years of your life, be ready for the harsh hours as a resident, it'll be hard to manage and balance work with family life, blah blah blah. I've heard about them, and thought I acknowledged them, but now I am thinking that I've never really aborbed what they mean :-/
Recently, I keep thinking I really want to be in a steady relationship and have a settled/stable family eventually. I want to have children when I am at a decent age (not like-- hope to get a kid when I'm approaching 40's), and I don't want to miss out on major life events because work calls I know medicine is all about sacrificing, but now I am having second thoughts. And I really don't want to say that this is because I don't take medicine seriously or that I'm not "that interested," because I am... I don't know if that makes sense or if I'm conveying this thought correctly.
I am also just getting scared at the thought of realistically pulling consecutive all-nighters, having 30-hour shifts, being on call every few nights, and living that kind of lifestyle for many years in a row, especially during my prime years in life, and I get to come home only when I've reached my grumpiest state. When I was in college, I jokingly figured "haha I can just drink lots of coffee and it'd be like pulling all-nighters for an exam." But now, actually working 60+ hours in a lab, doing hours and hours of consistent mental work, and coming home at 8-9pm every day is exhausting. I think part of it is that I am constntly working under pressure in this high-profile lab with a lot of responsibilities, which is different from responsibilities of a college student just trying to get an A in a course. Unfortunately, this level of exhaustion is probably nothing compared to what a resident goes through, and I'm beginning to legitimately fear the residency years.
I don't know if I'm just getting burned out? or if it's like a fear response from having to go through a re-application process and I'm in denial mode for the fear of not getting in again? (But I really thought I got over the disappointment/trauma/bitterness of the 2008 cycle). Blearghhh, I'm really not sure. Does anyone have any similar stories/consolations/suggestions/opinions/anything??
First of all, I applied to MD programs in 2008 summer as a young short-sighted college student, and ultimately did not get in. At this time, I am doing full time biochemistry research, and I was going to apply this summer to a mix of MD and MD/PhD programs. But as I am working on this lengthy, lengthy prehealth application (which I should have worked on months ago, actually ), I am having second thoughts.
Recently, with multiple events in my life and epiphanies, I've really decided that I want a "life." This might sound funny, but I used to be the kind of girl who was really career-driven and academic-focused, and nothing else seemed nearly as important. I figured, I'll just get into a med school first, get into a great residency next, work my ass off, but then get a good job, and then I can be set and I'll worry about the rest of my life then.
And of course, like everyone else, I've heard about how medicine is all about making a sacrifice, you have to be ready to miss out on the prime years of your life, be ready for the harsh hours as a resident, it'll be hard to manage and balance work with family life, blah blah blah. I've heard about them, and thought I acknowledged them, but now I am thinking that I've never really aborbed what they mean :-/
Recently, I keep thinking I really want to be in a steady relationship and have a settled/stable family eventually. I want to have children when I am at a decent age (not like-- hope to get a kid when I'm approaching 40's), and I don't want to miss out on major life events because work calls I know medicine is all about sacrificing, but now I am having second thoughts. And I really don't want to say that this is because I don't take medicine seriously or that I'm not "that interested," because I am... I don't know if that makes sense or if I'm conveying this thought correctly.
I am also just getting scared at the thought of realistically pulling consecutive all-nighters, having 30-hour shifts, being on call every few nights, and living that kind of lifestyle for many years in a row, especially during my prime years in life, and I get to come home only when I've reached my grumpiest state. When I was in college, I jokingly figured "haha I can just drink lots of coffee and it'd be like pulling all-nighters for an exam." But now, actually working 60+ hours in a lab, doing hours and hours of consistent mental work, and coming home at 8-9pm every day is exhausting. I think part of it is that I am constntly working under pressure in this high-profile lab with a lot of responsibilities, which is different from responsibilities of a college student just trying to get an A in a course. Unfortunately, this level of exhaustion is probably nothing compared to what a resident goes through, and I'm beginning to legitimately fear the residency years.
I don't know if I'm just getting burned out? or if it's like a fear response from having to go through a re-application process and I'm in denial mode for the fear of not getting in again? (But I really thought I got over the disappointment/trauma/bitterness of the 2008 cycle). Blearghhh, I'm really not sure. Does anyone have any similar stories/consolations/suggestions/opinions/anything??