Remember applying to medical school? Hours spent agonising over what you would write on the form to reach that elusive goal—an offer of a place. Do you ever wonder what happened to that “well rounded” individual who had so many hobbies and interests? Medics, as a non-medic once told me, work hard and party harder. But, by our fifth year, we work hard full stop.
Having taken a step back to intercalate this year (after four years of medical school), I see friends in my former year bewailing their career choice. Suddenly everyone is determined to choose a specialty that means “they can have a life too.”
So I ask another question, “What happened to the person who wanted to ‘help people?’” Has all our idealism been stomped into the ground by a few cynical people telling us that some specialties are too hard, have too high a risk of