I find it a disturbingly accurate portrayal of my junior Dr years in the last 90s/ early noughties.
I really identified with poor Shruti. The feeling of being out of your depth and having to manage stuff you have only ever practiced on a dummy at 4am with no support and a roomful of people looking on expectantly. That's how I put in my first central line. Also taking the flack for seniors decisions and actions that you don't agree with and saying nothing. Being spoken to in derogatory terms or even sworn at was par for the course. It was entirely accepted that as a house officer you were the lowest of the low and you took what was coming to you.
The consultants are very realistic types too I thought. My first surgical consultant was just exactly like Mr Lockhart. Immaculate 3 piece suits, always to be found in the theatre smoking common room unless he was actually operating, he was on his 4th wife and had a large collection of classic cars. Simon, our put upon registrar, did most of the work and was as kind to me as time pressures allowed but often I was left to manage the ward on my own in my first ever job out of med school whilst they were all in theatre. I cried in the store room a lot of times. Once Simon called the consultant in when we were on call and he was drunk and incapable of coming and one of the other consultants had to cover for him. Nothing was done about that to my knowledge or if it was it was 'a quiet word'
Shifts always started half an hour before the rota said and finished 1-2hrs late if you were very lucky or later if the notoriously slow consultant was on the post take ward round. Leaving on time was not an expectation. Going off sick was frowned upon to the extent that one of my friends worked through chemotherapy and another through a UC flare so bad she collapsed and was admitted to her own ward. Pressure to do extra shifts or stay on if there was a gap was none too subtle. I missed so many special occasions and bumbled my way through others completely knackered.
I did not feel I fitted in very well coming from a state school working class background. A lot of people I went to medical school with and met on the job were public school rugger bugger types and there was a culture of masochism and a lot of swopping of war stories and disrespect for patients that I found distasteful.
After a few years I contemplated leaving medicine but made a move from acute medicine to psych instead. It's not easier in the way some people may think as it's emotionally very taxing but at least that is acknowledged and reflected upon and I have found the work culture much better and more supportive.
I do believe, or at least I hope, that things have changed a bit for the better in medical culture. Less than full time work for men as well as women is starting to be quite common now whereas it was regarded as a cop out back in the day. Leaving on time is a reasonable expectation for my juniors and I like to think that I am a whole lot kinder and more supportive to them than some consultants were to me.
I still would not want my DC to have a career in medicine though.
I don't exactly think the programme (haven't read the book) is misogynistic I think that is an artefact of the specialty he's in. I think the culture is just brutal overall and dismissive to patients generally and honestly that's how it often was. I think he is honest about how he was a part of that and doesn't portray it in heroic terms.