I posted this a while back in the general residency issues forum, but just had a particularly crappy day at work so thought I might repost it here for the benefit of those who still have other real options. Think real hard before going into medicine please:
I would not.
I still remember when I applied, right after college. At that point, I thought the world was my oyster. I graduated from a Ivy school with great grades and some really good extracurriculars. Not to sound like too big of a douche, but I had some options. I loved theoretical physics and wanted to be a string theorist. I also loved politics and strongly considered law school as well. I was courted by hedge funds for my mathematical aptitude.
But I thought, you know what, life as an academic seems miserable. Only a few of the top grad students actually get tenure track positions and even then its a bare-knuckle fight to make it. I didn't think I'd like the nitty-gritty of law, and finance seemed hollow.
I never really had that great an idea of what a doctor did, but I wanted to be the guy in there being heroic and saving lives. I liked science, and the end result would be a secure job with a darn decent, if not finance level, income while making a huge impact on the lives of others. I investigated in further, did a lot of shadowing and thought, "Hey, this looks damn cool."
I got into a top tier med school, and it all went down hill from there. The first two years were brutally hard, harder than anything I had experienced before, even in the hardest of undergrad sciences (quantum chromodynamics included), or had even imagined. The 8 hours of lecture and hours of studying at night devastated any semblance I had of a life. Third year was even worse. 80-100 weeks on all the major rotations. Was treated like **** by everyone. During this year, a happy long term relationship I was in broke off. I haven't been in another one since. And guess what, turns out I really didn't like clinical medicine. More paperwork than I ever dreamed of, constantly angry coworkers, ungrateful, uncompliant patients, and, perhaps most of all, a complete loss of personal autonomy.
At that point though, I was $170,000 in debt and didn't have much choice but to power through residency at least. I decided on a clinical residency hoping things would get better. They just got worse. Now I'm stuck alone in an incredibly intense job I hate that takes up every waking moment of the day. I've sacrificed relationships and am thousands of miles away from friends and family for the "dream" of being a doctor. But that's okay, I make $8 an hour and am hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt which makes up for it. That old office space saying now applies to me, "Every day is worse than the last so every day you see me is the worst day of my life."
Meanwhile, friends from college who decided on academia are landing those tenure track positions, finance folks are millionaires, and folks in politics are getting good positions in the current administration. They all have free time, hobbies, and are starting families.
Heed my warnings. Unless you REALLY, REALLY want to and dream of being a doctor, don't do it. About 10% of folks I run into fall into this category and actually seem happy in their job. The rest just seem trapped into the job because of two reasons. 1) Debt (early in the career) and 2) they've spent so much time training that they're too old to start in an entry level post in another field (later in the career). Otherwise, although it may seem like a logical decision, it's just not worth the sacrifices.
As for me, I'm thinking of retraining in path or rads or something. It's not really why I went to med school, but I just can't take this **** anymore.