Medicine is a dying art

I’m sure there are physicians out there in the United States who enjoy their jobs, but it seems like social media is saturated with accounts of the opposite experience. It’s gotten to the point where I’m almost sort of glad I left medicine, as difficult a transition as it was and as long as it took to finally move to a major city I can now call home: Los Angeles.

From what I experienced during my time in healthcare, the long unbearable hours, the hostile treatment of trainees, and the unhealthy hospital food, I just can’t imagine doing that for life let alone more than a few rotations. It’s scary to think that a lot of people are betting their entire young adulthood into a system that is broken and deemed to be “in crisis”. People are taking on massive debts from which they can no longer reasonably recover from–if they leave–to venture toward an undertaking which I now deem as almost akin to a form of dying.

Medicine in the United States is a dying art. You no longer need to spent a boatload of money for another human being to examine your body or tell you that you probably should be eating more vegetables. We have AI now that can do that for free. The information is all out there and easy to digest. But then again, there’s the human element to healthcare. Well, I think that’s only ever really important when there’s a life-or-death situation, to be honest. At the end of the day, if it’s just a minor issue with health, most people don’t need another human being consoling them. Most people can’t afford that in this economy.