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First post here, a bit of backstory. Apologies for the novel.
I am a student at a top 20ish medical school. In the months and years preceding medical school, I had a lot of doubt whether or not this was the right path for me. I am more interested in policy and population-health type work, but I do like patients and my idea was that as an MD, I might do both clinical and broader-reaching work.
One of my main reservations going into medical school was the time commitment it required--I feel like medicine is essentially a deal with the devil in some ways. You trade your prime years for what might be a fulfilling career later on. I really value my relationships and I have a lot of trouble with the idea that they will have to take the backseat. I was dating someone phenomenal before moving to my new city and we'd fallen head over heels for one another. He loves where he lives and neither of us (nor the fledgling relationship) was ready for 4+ years of cross-country long distance. I am worried that the medical path may prevent me from ever finding that again, as it requires 7+ years of long hours during the prime dating years (mid-to-late 20's).
I am now a couple of months into my first year. All of the doubts I had, rather than quieting, have become all-consuming. I am doing fine in my coursework but am so utterly disinterested in the overwhelming amount of (seeming) minutia that composes the medical curriculum. Looking forward, the clinical work that I see the older students and physicians doing seems incredibly rote. I witnessed a birth in a hospital the other day (one of the most beautiful moments of life!) and felt this weird swell of resentment towards future patient emergencies and weekend shifts that may prevent me from experiencing the highs and lows of my own life.
Essentially--I am wondering if it gets better past the preclinical years. I do not recognize nor like the somber, cynical person I have become these last couple of months. All of my extracurriculars in college and in my gap year were tangentially medical-related, and my undergrad degrees are not particularly applicable to any other real-world jobs. I have no real other skills and no idea what I would do if I left.
Has anyone else experienced similar misgivings? What happened? My fellow students seem to share none of my sentiments and have accepted the many years of late nights, scrimping to get by, and relationship sacrifices that this path demands. I have had the same experiences when talking to older physicians about my concerns--they can sympathize, but cannot really empathize as most of them seem to have accepted this path wholeheartedly.
I am a student at a top 20ish medical school. In the months and years preceding medical school, I had a lot of doubt whether or not this was the right path for me. I am more interested in policy and population-health type work, but I do like patients and my idea was that as an MD, I might do both clinical and broader-reaching work.
One of my main reservations going into medical school was the time commitment it required--I feel like medicine is essentially a deal with the devil in some ways. You trade your prime years for what might be a fulfilling career later on. I really value my relationships and I have a lot of trouble with the idea that they will have to take the backseat. I was dating someone phenomenal before moving to my new city and we'd fallen head over heels for one another. He loves where he lives and neither of us (nor the fledgling relationship) was ready for 4+ years of cross-country long distance. I am worried that the medical path may prevent me from ever finding that again, as it requires 7+ years of long hours during the prime dating years (mid-to-late 20's).
I am now a couple of months into my first year. All of the doubts I had, rather than quieting, have become all-consuming. I am doing fine in my coursework but am so utterly disinterested in the overwhelming amount of (seeming) minutia that composes the medical curriculum. Looking forward, the clinical work that I see the older students and physicians doing seems incredibly rote. I witnessed a birth in a hospital the other day (one of the most beautiful moments of life!) and felt this weird swell of resentment towards future patient emergencies and weekend shifts that may prevent me from experiencing the highs and lows of my own life.
Essentially--I am wondering if it gets better past the preclinical years. I do not recognize nor like the somber, cynical person I have become these last couple of months. All of my extracurriculars in college and in my gap year were tangentially medical-related, and my undergrad degrees are not particularly applicable to any other real-world jobs. I have no real other skills and no idea what I would do if I left.
Has anyone else experienced similar misgivings? What happened? My fellow students seem to share none of my sentiments and have accepted the many years of late nights, scrimping to get by, and relationship sacrifices that this path demands. I have had the same experiences when talking to older physicians about my concerns--they can sympathize, but cannot really empathize as most of them seem to have accepted this path wholeheartedly.