I do like being a doctor and I would do it again. I have fortuitously ended up in a fairly niche specialty with a reasonable work life balance and more flexibility than many.
(I say this although my reasonable work life balance does involve working unpaid into the small hours usually at least one evening a week sometimes more to stay on top). But I work less than full time, I can rejig my diary when I need to, get leave when I need to, don’t work many weekends, can do some admin and meetings from home).
I think the thing that is the most difficult is:
Working really hard and knowing patients still haven’t had the care you’d want for them.
I knew there would be hard work, expected and welcomed it. There have been times where I’ve stayed late to talk to a relative who was flying in from abroad, where I’ve helped arrange last minute weddings because people are dying, where I’ve pulled out all the stops to get funding for and protocols written for patients to access specialist new treatments. All very rewarding and satisfying.
When you’ve slogged your guts out, not eaten, not peed, and you know that a patient has been stuck in A&E for hours on end, they’re angry and frustrated (fair enough), they’ve waited too long to see you. They need a bed, you have no control over when they’ll get one. You have choice between giving them more time which they deserve, or making the next patient wait even longer. You can’t be certain they’ve had anything like the monitoring they should have. When you’ve delivered life changing news in a cupboard or sat on a bin, or somewhere with no privacy at all. That’s a bit less satisfying and haunts you a bit more, and erodes away at you.
When you set out to try and deliver something that isn’t possible. I’ve had days where I’m down to see or call 2 new patients and 18 follow ups in a morning clinic, plus advised the other docs/nurses etc on the patients they’ve seen. We’ve squeezed people in so they don’t wait. 3 people are booked for a face to face appointment at the same time because I’m covering a couple of lists. They all need a complex discussion. Sometimes I’m ready to see the next patient but the rooms are all full. Even if I was the most excellent doctor in the world that clinic was never going to run to time.
Working hard and knowing you’ve done a good job I’m ok with. Working really hard and knowing multiple people have received substandard care and not having control over a lot of it can be demoralising.
(Work in the NHS but not in England so a bit removed from the strikes).