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I am 3 months into my pre-lim medicine intern year. IM was never my strong suit, but to get to my subspecialty I have to complete a year.
I expected intern year to be tough when I started. But I now find myself suffering beyond anything I had ever dreampt. At work I feel more like a bureaucrat than a doctor, and it's an extremely rare occasion where I feel like I've actually helped anybody. Most of the time, I feel like my job is just to grind out paperwork so that the hospital can get paid and be shielded from legal liability.
The program I am at makes a decent effort at education. However pressures from clinical responsibilities are so high that I often wish they would just cancel all didactics so I can have a chance of getting home in time to make a real dinner, instead of the same heat and eat microwave meals I now live off of.
The worst part of it all is that I go home every day feeling like a failure. If there were some reward to the work I do - if there were something to show for all the stress and anguish - then I wouldn't feel so bad about it. But all I have to show for my effort is a stack of dicatations. Attendings are casually derisive of my work, residents mostly ignore me, and my co-interns are sympathetic in a distant "I-know-you're-suffering-too-but-I-can't-help" sort of way. My work is pointless, I'm learning almost nothing, and I'm not helping anyone. I hate my life right now. If I could go back in time, I'd have chosen dental school if I knew this was in the cards.
Am I just looking at this the wrong way? Do any of you categorical IM residents feel differently about the work you do? I've tried to talk to my fellow interns about finding meaning in hospitalist work, but they mostly just grit their teeth and talk about all the money they'll make as oncologists one day.
I expected intern year to be tough when I started. But I now find myself suffering beyond anything I had ever dreampt. At work I feel more like a bureaucrat than a doctor, and it's an extremely rare occasion where I feel like I've actually helped anybody. Most of the time, I feel like my job is just to grind out paperwork so that the hospital can get paid and be shielded from legal liability.
The program I am at makes a decent effort at education. However pressures from clinical responsibilities are so high that I often wish they would just cancel all didactics so I can have a chance of getting home in time to make a real dinner, instead of the same heat and eat microwave meals I now live off of.
The worst part of it all is that I go home every day feeling like a failure. If there were some reward to the work I do - if there were something to show for all the stress and anguish - then I wouldn't feel so bad about it. But all I have to show for my effort is a stack of dicatations. Attendings are casually derisive of my work, residents mostly ignore me, and my co-interns are sympathetic in a distant "I-know-you're-suffering-too-but-I-can't-help" sort of way. My work is pointless, I'm learning almost nothing, and I'm not helping anyone. I hate my life right now. If I could go back in time, I'd have chosen dental school if I knew this was in the cards.
Am I just looking at this the wrong way? Do any of you categorical IM residents feel differently about the work you do? I've tried to talk to my fellow interns about finding meaning in hospitalist work, but they mostly just grit their teeth and talk about all the money they'll make as oncologists one day.