Tough jobs: Part I

This is about the medical profession.

These jobs are tough. No one believes you. Everyone asks for a ‘second opinion’.

I just finished watching the second season of House MD, and it just confirmed my observation. I wonder how an architect, an engineer or an artist would feel if someone ‘viewing their work’ would ask for a ‘second opinion’.

Many people still call psychology an ‘inexact’ science. What they may be unaware of is that only a handful of diseases have ‘absolute’ cures. Otherwise, doctors treat mostly the symptoms. Leave aside the Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS)! That’s how the common cold still has no cure!

A doc’s job is very tough, especially if he’s a diagnostician! Generally, people themselves seem to determine what disease they have, and visit doctors accordingly. Were I a doctor, I would never have reacted positively to this practice. Then again, I don’t know who exactly I am. So I can’t comment.

So, this is my humble advice to those who demean or debase doctors: Please have a little more respect.

Please post your comments here. Please!


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Partha Mukhopadhyay
    Dec 01, 2010 @ 08:32:34

    Let me leave a reply here from a doctor’s perspective.
    When we get into medical schools, we are a bunch of 18 year olds (mainly – there must be ones who are a little bit older but the fact is we are all very young and immature like any other 18 year old); fresh from our high schools; bubbling with enthusiasm; ready to leap into the forays of our chosen profession.
    Like any fresher in any other college we are introduced to college politics, asked to enroll ourselves into X,Y or Z party, taught the art of bunking classes to spend countless hours in the canteen, develop a liking or disliking for a particular teacher, senior colleague or for that matter THAT particular GIRL who comes in your dreams.
    During our time the first 1.5 years was when we studied Anatomy, Physiology and Biochemistry – the three subjects which form the backbone of medical science – and appeared in the 1st PROFESSIONAL MBBS Examination at the end of this period, the first university level examination of our academic career. The reason that I have highlighted the word professional is due to the fact that rarely do we understand at that unripe age the implication of the word ‘Professional’ in designating the examination.
    After completing the basic sciences when the medical students start visiting the wards for their clinical classes and duties that the meaning of the word ‘Professional’ fully dawns on them. We are taught the art of behaving as a professional during these days. As in every other profession under the sun, there are good and bad, there are bright and not so bright students, there are students who fail to pass an examination in a single attempt. Despite these facts when a medical student passes the final (third) professional MBBS examination at the end of 4.5 years of sweat, grit and sleepless nights they emerge as true professionals.
    Look at the time we have spent to earn a bachelor’s degree, four and a half years. We are not allowed to write MBBS against our names just after passing the examination; in fact the degree is awarded after you complete a Compulsory Internship in different departments totaling a period of a full one year. That is not the end of the story, you have to become a post graduate to be called a real doctor; you have to specialize and super-specialize. The old vicious circle of endless hours locked in the hostel room with those voluminous books, willfully discarding all the lures of the materialistic world, enrolling as a night RMO to make ends meet and so on so forth starts again. Believe me readers, this is a tough calling for a youth in his mid twenties. (This used to happen when I was a student, when post graduate seats were far less than the number of aspirants; I think things are a shade better now). By the time you had qualified for a post graduate course, all your high school classmates who opted for another stream after standard XII are well settled. They are ‘in a relationship’ and planning to start a family soon (By this time yours has left – blame it on the long haul process of getting established; just joking pals). And then when you pass your post graduate final examination, you already are sporting a couple of grey hairs (which you conceal with the black ones). Wait…. the story does not end here; you have to have at least 3 years’ experience as a registrar after you pass your PG examination to be even considered for a job. You decide to marry now (those who are a little bit more adventurous) but seldom do you realize the state of affairs in your newly established home (one room set on rent) when you are held up in the department due to exigencies of work or when you are on duty on the New Year’s eve (just to name a couple). Thereafter when you manage to get a job or start private practice, you are already an uncle (chacha) (you know why) and your toddler (for those who had a “I care a hang attitude” during the residency days) fails to recognize you as he has grown up with his nani or dadi.
    To cut it short this is how a medical professional is made. True, you can grade them; but keep that to yourself and think about the grit and toil that it had taken to make a doctor out of a normal individual like you.
    Someone has said in Bengali about the medical profession and I quote, “Dhukte Kosto, Dhuke Kosto, Berote Kosto, Beriye Kosto”. Transliterated it turns out to be, “Hard to get in, harder to stay; Tough to get out, tougher afterwards if you may say”.


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