I had been on edge the entire morning. I even caught myself looking around my office in between back to back Follow up mood appointments, trying to figure out how I could slowly pack up all my things without anyone noticing. Because if I was going to have a dramatic exit, nothing would suck the victory out of it more than having to sneak in 5 minutes later to collect my stuff. Maybe one book a day, I settled on. On second thought, I didn't need the books. Or my medical degree and diplomas on the wall, for that matter. I'M OUT.
Tag: Burnout
Haters Gonna Hate: My First Major Diss War
I've been expecting this day for a long time. I'm even surprised it took so long. When you open yourself up in any arena, whether that be in real life or on the internet, you invite commentary. Your inner thoughts are no longer sacred and safe from harm. As someone who has spent my entire career in STEM where facts and data rule the day, transitioning to this new creative role of story teller has been a thoroughly foreign experience. I started off telling the stories of my patients, but as I have become braver and willing to be more vulnerable, I've allowed myself to bleed on the page along with them. I knew at some point, someone was going to take issue with that and it would feel very personal.
Career Lifespan of a Millennial Doctor: 10-15 years MAX
Millennial doctors are declaring our career lifespans to be shorter than our predecessors. At first I assumed it was selection bias due to reading all the physician FIRE blogs when starting my burnout journey. But, among my cohort of millennial doctors comprised of Emergency Medicine, Pediatrics and Med/Peds physicians at this unofficial reunion, NONE of us are planning on having a lengthy career in medicine. 4 years of pre-med. 4 years of med school. 3-4 years of residency. All that training for us to then make enough to pay off the 6 figure loans, stockpile our money and GET OUT in just about the same amount of time it took for us to get through training to begin with.
Why is Love So Hard To Take?
What happened? Sitting back in my chair, I studied her. The buoyant, excitable 9 year old I had met when H's family first started coming to see me had been replaced by this sullen teenager in bedazzled Converses who now had the telltale signs of cutting on her non-dominant forearm. "How are you sleeping?" "Fine." "Tell me about the things you're eating." "All junk food." H stuck her chin out defiantly as she declared this, almost as if to say, I dare you to tell me I'm fat.
Do What I Say, Not What I Do: Adventures in Hypocrisy
Why do I check in on my vacation days? Because these are MY patients. That is MY 18 year old, that is MY 2 month old. I will take care of them as if they are my own family, because we should expect no less from our physicians. And when they suffer, I do too.
When Your Best Isn’t Good Enough: Just Be Better
"I'll see you in 6 months, ok?" I said as I exited the patient room. Flashing a smile, I waved goodbye and turned to see my 4 medical assistants huddled around the closest workstation. All staring at me. Imagery of hunters circling their felled prey before they delivered the final death blow flashed in my mind. Sympathy intermixed with indecision as to when exactly was the right moment to strike. "What.... ?" I asked, a little disconcerted. After what felt like an eternity, one of them spoke up. "C just called to let us know his wife, R, just died from a stroke. He wanted to thank you for everything, but he doesn't need her appointment now." "Oh. Okay." Silence punctuated with shocked faces by my curt reply. "Are you ok, Dr. M?" Was I OK?
When Success Sucks: Why 20,000 Page Views Almost Killed My Blog
Confession time: I almost quit blogging 20,000 page views brought me to my knees. I was humbled that people were actually reading my ramblings. Elated that people were commenting on the posts and emailing me about how my story resonated with them. Then the OH SHIT moment happened. Did I really want that many people peering into my mind?
Why Even Strong Independent People Need a Mentor
Truth be told, I've never felt I needed a designated mentor - not in pre-med, med school or residency. Ain't nobody got time for that. Wrong.
Saying Goodbye is the Hardest Part
Now as I am looking forward to what the next step in my journey will be and the guilt that ensues with the thought of leaving my current practice, I have to remember - there will be patients who will remember our relationship fondly. There will be patients who would be willing to follow me. There is far more gratitude and grace that I've somehow forgotten along the way.
A Third Life Crisis: What Would You Regret the Most?
We have been conditioned to think of work as the end all, be all of life. But if you were to ask people what they regret the most at the end of life as Bronnie Ware had, they would say this: I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends. I wish that I had let myself be happier. What are we doing with our lives?