Here’s the news I’ve been aching to tell you all about.
I teamed up with ObizMedia to create this infographic about physician salaries and costs of education (financial and time related). It’s been under wraps for a few months now and is finally ready for release!
Head over to my blog, MD Salaries for more information.
update: reposting this as a photo post for easier viewing for my tumblr readers.
Great infographic is great. In summary: don’t go into medicine if you wanna get rich.
Seriously. If you don’t believe doctors and med students who tell you that they do it for the love, not the money, listen to the numbers. We do this for us and for others, not the dollar. And I’m damn proud to say that!
…I believe that we need to promote wellbeing in the medical culture. I believe that, as medical students, as healthcare students in general, we need a place where it’s okay to talk about patient experiences and the emotions they inspired. We need to make it okay to cry after a long day of observing life and death within hospitals. Self-care needs to be something that is taught alongside clinical placements, not as a tokenistic gesture in the pre-clinical years.
This paragraph from MLAAMS’ essay is so crucial to the survival of healthcare providers as individuals — and as a profession, too!
It’s been two days now since I basked in the glory. I still find myself floating above the ground. I can still feel the weight of the heavy gown and the velvet tam. I can feel the tickle of the tassel on my ear. My eyes fill with tears at the thought of my classmates – those who toiled alongside me – experiencing the same emotions. The reminders of our newfound responsibility echo in my ears, peppered with compliments from family and friends about the noble, giving, altruistic profession I’ve joined.
As young physicians we proudly take our place on the pedestal that society presents us. How could we not? We’ve worked hard for what we know and, with the help of others in our clinics and hospitals, we can actually save lives. We hear it so often, “I’m so glad there are folks like you who are willing to help others,” or “You are such a selfless person, you’ll be a wonderful doctor.”
The truth is, I am as selfish as they come.
Every time I pick up a book or a journal, every time I catch a baby, every time I hold a scalpel or a pair of Metzenbaum scissors, I steal time from those who love me – my wife, my parents, my siblings, my nieces and nephews, and my friends. I repeatedly send the message that I care more about a complete stranger than I care about my own flesh and blood.
And they’ve yet to make a sound. They just sit there, waiting patiently, until my next text message, email or phone call. They wait until my next vacation, then they tell me how proud they are of the work I do. They tell me how lucky my patients must be.
The truth is, I’m the lucky one. People entrust me with their deepest secrets, their doubts and fears, their health. They allow me to take care of their unborn children, and they allow me to meet their children even before they do. I have the pleasure of placing my stethoscope on my patients’ chests, closing my eyes, and being present with them – in awe of the beauty that is the human body. I experience the joy of hearing a patient say “thank you” even when all I did was listen. I receive far more than I give.
The selfless people in medicine are the people a patient never sees. They are the husbands and wives, the mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters. They are the nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. They give far more than I could even imagine, never complaining, only waiting, for the next text message, phone call or email. They selflessly wait for the next vacation.
And I just stand there, gowned and gloved, waiting for the next incredible experience.
Reblogging primarily to remind myself to read this to Mrs. Cranquis tonight, followed by a big ol’ kiss of appreciation.
When I was on my OB/GYN rotation 3rd year, I had a post partum patient who was in the ICU. She went nuts on some people, went in to early labor, and then went into a coma. No one really knew what was wrong with her. She had been tested for and had ruled out nearly everything, and her doctors were still stumped.
She had very little family and no one ever came to visit her. As a result of her frequent fevers, developing C/S wound infection, and profuse sweating, she smelled pretty sour. Her hair hadn’t been washed or combed in quite some time. Her smell plus her contact precautions status made it so that people only went in her room if they absolutely had to.
Note this picture of a bottle of pills, accompanied by the tags #fun, #high, #pills, and #drugs. Ugh, can I just rant for a second here?
This is a bottle of NEXIUM. Nexium is a proton pump inhibitor, a class of drugs not well known for an ability to get people high. It’s used to decrease stomach acid, folks. That’s right, it’s for reflux. And yet this picture was posted with certain tags in order to bring attention to the pills themselves, and, I assume, the owner of the blog.
I hate to single out this post and this particular blogger, but it was the first one that popped up today. These kinds of posts really make me mad, and they show up on my dash all the time. In general, they are pictures of pill bottles (with labels conveniently obscured), illicit drugs in pill boxes, or a person’s palm or tongue covered in pills. The whole purpose of these posts is to draw attention, and it’s terrible.
Well I can do it too! I’ll just take out everything that’s in my medicine cabinet and dump it in my hand:
Oh yeah, check it out, I got Claritin, Zantac, Fish Oil, a Women’s One-A-Day, some ibuprofen, and a little Iron. I’m so hardcore.
What kind of attention are people looking for by posting these things? Do they want people to think they’re at home getting high on pills? What kind of people are they trying to impress? Or do they want pity because they have to take so many pills? Is this some sort of twisted cry for help?
My point is, respect yourself. Don’t use medicines as a way to gain attention, popularity, or pity. Use medicines to treat medical conditions, and leave it at that.
This has been a post.
I can just hear the Fox News report: “Are your teens snorting ‘NEX’? Tonight, the shocking report of a new category of drugs called “Pippis” that YOUR DOCTOR might be prescribing to YOUR KIDS.
Doctor experiences first-hand the useful side of consulting Dr. Google.
The Defibrillator Toaster
My mom would be so annoyed… every morning I would run into the kitchen screaming “WE’RE LOSING THEM!!! BEEP BEEP BEEPBEEPBEEP!”
“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, DAMNIT!!! NURSE, WE NEED 12 CC’S OF CREAM CHEESE, STAT!!!”
He’s bread, Jim.
Time of deliciousness: 7:15 A.M
If we don’t restart his heart , he’s toast!
“Daddy’s in a butter place now, kids.”
Reblogging for the puns.
Haha also reblogging for the puns. I want one too, though.
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Woo! Isn’t it a relief to be done?! I’m sure you did great!