I'm seriously considering med school vs. pharm school and am trying to get to as many details as possible. I have a general idea of how the third year for med students go, and it sounds like a low point for most people. I was wondering.. When you are doing rotations, how long do you usually stay at the hospital/clinic each day? Is it a set time, or are you just stuck there for as long as they want? Sorry if this is a dumb questions, thanks.
As a 4th year med student getting ready to graduate, I personally think that the last two years of medical school are hell, and needlessly so. This is basically my experience during the clinical years:
This is basically third year:
Surgery: Come in at 4AM, do a bunch of paperwork, preround on patients (without the ability to do anything about any problems found), round on patients with the team, go to clinic or the OR for the rest of the day, get out at about 6PM or so, except for every third or fourth night (depending) when you have ER trauma call. Those nights, you leave at 6PM and go to the ER and hang out for trauma and random surgical things (e.g., abscess drainage) that comes in, again without the ability to really do anything. Then at 6AM, go back over to the first clinical rotation site, pre-round on your patients (uselessly again), round with the attending, and maybe if you're lucky go home at 12PM. Then you get to drive 20 miles in lunch-hour traffic when you've been up for 30-something hours (for no reason, and little educational value to show for that schedule) and try not to run a school bus off the road or end up in a ditch. Then you get home, sleep, and get to get up at 4AM and do it again. This goes on for three months.
Medicine: Better. I rotated at a military hospital, so there was (ironically) much less bull**** than in the civilian world. Write notes, etc., the residents cosign them, take admits, etc. Occasional call which has little purpose because, again, you can't do anything. (So again, little educational value to the schedule) but it isn't that painful.
Pediatrics: Similar to medicine.
OB/GYN: Get up in the morning at 4AM to be there at 5AM or 5:20AM. Realize that there are 20 medical students required to be there and only 11 patients. If you didn't get a patient, go back home 20 miles. If you did, write a note (which nobody reads), present to the OB resident (who doesn't care), and then go home or to clinic or whatever. Every fourth night you get call in OB/GYN, where you do absolutely nothing but have to at least look like you're learning something. If the patients even speak English so you can communicate with them, do an H&P, write it up, go over to the intern who doesn't care, follow the intern over to the patient and stand around while they do another H&P, and then the patient looks at you like you're a complete tool. On days when you're at the OB/GYN inpatient side, the "call experience" is what you deal with all day, plus when you have the call. Then every Tuesday, post call or not, you have to go to some lecture given by the course director. Then two days a week, post call or not, go to some afternoon lecture. As a result, many times you're getting up at 4AM to get there at 5AM, spend all day in the hospital, spend all night on call where you can't do anything, then go try to get home without crashing into something, only to have to get up four hours later to get to a lecture, then an hour later drive back through afternoon traffic without crashing into anything to get home to sleep, only to get up at 4AM the next morning.
Family Practice: Outpatient. Not bad.
Psych: Not bad.
Then you move on to fourth year. Fourth year consists mainly of elective rotations. Meanwhile, the university has decided that students can't write in charts, so you can't write orders (yes, even cosigned), can't write progress notes (yes, even cosigned), can't write transfer or discharge summaries (yes, even cosigned), and after morning rounds spend most of your time twiddling your thumbs doing absolutely nothing while trying to make it look like you're doing something. Then some attending from another service barrels into the ICU, screams at your residents, calls them idiots, says that the two military residents need to "be sent to Iraq," and barge out, still bitching to anyone who will listen on her way out. Meanwhile, you're blowing money to go to a mandatory (by State Boards) to go to residency interviews, and having to take time off your rotations to do so, only to catch hell from the course directors when you get back who threaten to fail you, even though the attendings AND FREAKING PROGRAM DIRECTOR knew about it.
Meanwhile through all this, you deal with nurses who treat you like you have the IQ of an aplesia. However, much like an aplesia, you soon learn to withdraw from noxious stimulus. That is when you're not so sleep-deprived that you have problems consolidating memories.
Then you graduate. Then July 1st, under cloak of darkness, some magic fairy comes by and sprinkles the Magic Fairy Dust of Enlightenment over your cranium, and suddenly you're supposed to do all this stuff that you've obviously been WAY to freaking stupid to do for the past year or so even with appropriate supervision, and work 80 hour weeks with q4 call for what amounts to about $10.20/hr., having moved across the country and realizing that for the last four years your social life has been nonexistant and it isn't going to get any better for at least the next three, at which point you'll be in your thirties.
Then magically, three or so years later, the magic fairy again pays you a visit, sprinkles the Magic Fairy Dust of Enlightenment Step 2 over your cranium again, and suddenly you're hired as an attending and are expected to be the All-Seeing, All-Knowing Maha-Attending, always reserving the right to call everyone else idiots when you **** up.
So that's medical school, in a nutshell. Pharmacy school is probably preferable. So no, I'm not sorry that I did it. I like having the education, and I will (eventually) be doing what I went into this profession to do without (as much) utter bull****. Can I in good conscience recommend medical school, such as to a kid I might someday have? Hell no. They can go get a Ph.D.