You know what bugs me about discussions of physician burnout and resiliency?
They seem to be based on the idea that people who completed four years of medical school and however many years of residency and worked hard and sacrificed and were constantly pushed out of their comfort zone and didn’t see their family or friends as often as they wanted and made new friends and communities wherever they found themselves, and did this their entire young adulthood, aren’t actually resilient and that the issues they’re facing can be fixed by meditating for five minutes a day and taking a walk at lunchtime.
First of all, since when did physicians get lunchtime?
Second of all, since when did becoming a doctor in the first place not take a lot of resiliency, so why do people assume physicians, who have already demonstrated themselves to be resilient, are the ones who need fixing?
Couldn’t agree more. Say it louder. Physicians are being blamed for being human in an inhuman system. It’s up to EVERYONE to realize this is a serious issue driving physicians to suicide and abandonment of a passion they once loved. And it’s on all of us to say this is not how we want healthcare delivered.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I get really mad when I sit through those burnout discussions because I feel very blamed.
It is not the fault of someone who works 80-100 hours a week, never sees their family, and puts 100% of their emotional energy into a job that takes and takes from them that they feel burned out. So DON’T tell me to “practice mindfulness” or “do more yoga” or “make time for my family” – like I could somehow fix myself.
I am strong. As physicians and trainees we are incredible to fight through what we do every day. So let’s change the conversation – we’re not burned out. We’re taken advantage of. Our humanity and our love of our jobs is taken advantage of.
Don’t tell me to take a walk. Tell the system to allow me time for one.
These kind of discussions are one of the few reasons why I keep coming back to academia as a possible career. Trainees get shit on by the hospital. It’s very simple.
And if I hear one more boomer complain about how soft we are and how they used to work three days straight, I’m going to fucking punch grandpa. Different world, boomer. Your patient panel wasn’t nearly as sick as the current patient load given the EXCESSIVE amount of justification we have to do to hospitalize someone. You admitted someone for a week because they just didn’t feel right. We admit someone for 2-3 days status post myocardial infarction with a host of other comorbidities. You discharged someone when you were done with medical management We have management breathing down our neck at 11:59am for a noon discharge. You had long patient blocks in clinic. We churn and burn in 15 min increments with drastically more medically complex patients. We are not the same.
We are so gaslight by our system that we feel that weeks where we only work 50-60 hours are really fucking nice. Working 40 hours a week feels like I’m on vacation. We believe 2 days off in a row is something that you only deserve sometimes and that working for several weeks straight is fair.
Working holidays and not being paid for that - just facts of life. Duty hour violation because we fucked up the schedule? Your fault and you deserve to feel bad about it. We let you out of mandatory teaching time half an hour early, so you can go back to your rotation instead of going home. Because it isn’t like your work day just gets to be shorter.
If I hear another person working in the hospital, especially if it’s a nurse, tell me “you signed up for it. If you don’t like it, shouldn’t have been a doctor” I will flip my shit. No one signs up to be abused because no one really tells you about it until you are too far in. And it isn’t an easy out, because these skills aren’t transferable to lots of other fields that will help me have enough income to pay off the debt I got to get my education in the first place.
Broken systems are toxic. Telling us to “be mindful” and “practice wellness” is like using a single piece of tape to repair a building that is falling apart. It doesn’t actually fix anything but gives you something to talk about so you can feel like you did something.



























