Saving Lives Every Day, But Who’s Looking Out for Ours?
After a gruelling 24-hour shift, I was back covering the emergency department the next day, with another 8 hours to go before handover. In the early hours, my registrar called for help—a woman was brought to the labor ward, bleeding. We rushed into emergency surgery.
While in the theater, dizziness hit me hard. I was lightheaded and struggling to focus, and my colleagues had to step in and support me. I was grateful for their help, but once I recovered, the questions started swirling in my mind:
What’s the point of reaching the top if it costs me my health, my family, and my sanity?
I still can’t wrap my head around how doctors are expected to function after a 36-hour shift, followed by another day without rest, hungry, and barely able to brush their teeth. How can anyone think this is sustainable? It’s inhumane.
What’s worse is, after all that, we’re still broke at the end of the month. The system seems to think that because older generations of doctors suffered through it, the younger ones should too. But we’re human, with families and lives to live outside the hospital.
Would you trust a pilot who hasn’t slept in 36 hours to fly your plane?
That’s exactly what resident doctors do—except we’re responsible for people’s lives. Many leave the profession, not because they don’t want to help others, but because the working conditions are unbearable.
I don’t know the solution, but if you’re reading this, maybe you have an idea. You don’t have to be a doctor to see that this isn’t right—you just have to be human.
Please share this message. Maybe together, we can spark the change that’s so desperately needed.