ghostbusting for a grateful public
This year my job involves seven 13-hour shifts in a row, followed by about six days off. Followed by seven 13-hour nights shifts, followed by about six days off, ad infinitum. So it's probably not hard to imagine that by working day 7, the wheels have started to fall off. Last week on Day 7, my resident and I had a long conversation about how medicine is an absurd profession. There are so many other fulfilling, worthwhile jobs that don't require basically constant study for over a decade plus horrendous working hours. I was reminiscing about my year 10 aptitude test that suggested I should become an economist or an art critic. At the time I thought they were terrible suggestions but now I marvel at how much I'd love those jobs. My resident was keen on events planning or floristry. At one point I realised that the medical student thought we were joking . I wheeled around to her, "You think this is a joke?!? It's NOT TOO LATE FOR YOU!!"