Every medic I know of a similar age says what made our ridiculous training bearable was that you were part of a team. You belonged to a "firm" and had people above you and below you who had your back. I had a consultant I worked with as an SHO who used to tell a patient on the post-take ward round "This doctor here saved your life last night" whilst pointing to whoever had admitted the patient. He was the weirdest guy ever, and had odd rituals that drove us all MAD, such as how Sister had to set the tray for coffee, or how he would refuse to see a patient if the notes weren't in the correct order, but he was endlessly supportive and respectful of his juniors, and because we worked with him all the time, we learned how to work round his little foibles. Consultants and Registrars would know where you were, when you had been on call, when you were struggling, when you were just plain exhausted and we all worked together to make our lives bearable. We spent so much time together, we became like family (my bosses, peers, juniors and the nurses all came to my wedding!). As a surgical HO on a floor with 3 others, we would each have an awful day of seemingly unending elective admissions (no pre assessment or Nurse clerking in our day and TURPs, colonoscopies and hernias/varicose veins, etc were still clerked by the HO on the day of admission/day before) and when the other 3 had finished their work, we would all pitch in to finish off the 40+ people needing clerking, because we knew tomorrow it would be us. None of us left until all of us could. The juniors often lived together, too, as the Drs Res was still a thing. On my first night as a surgical HO I was called at 3am to a post op patient who had gone off big time and I was so scared as he looked awful and I had no idea what to do to stop this man from dying. I called my SHO (who was in bed, the HO dealt with everything in those days) and he turned up, sat on the windowsill of the room and just said "Tell me what you found?" As I talked through the breathless, clammy, tachycardic, bi-basal creps, the stuff I had learned at med school all came back and I was able to say "LVF!!!" like I had discovered the moon. He simply nodded and asked how I would treat that. This had been drilled into me at med school and the "sit them up, O2, frusemide, ECG, assess for inotropes, etc, etc" was a rote I knew well and was able to just follow it through and the pt was better in an hour. All this time my SHO just sat smiling and nodding on that windowsill. Had he taken over, or simply told me what to do, I would probably never have developed any confidence at all, but we were a team and always on the same side (he is a retired consultant now and we still exchange Xmas cards).
Doctors today have lost this sense of belonging and of all being in it together, to a greater or lesser degree. The modern shift working and variable colleagues on a daily basis means you do not feel the same sense of ownership and belonging as we did, I feel. I looked after my own ward, knew all my patients, they all knew me. I wrote their discharge letters and because I had been involved in every step of their stay, I knew the story in detail, so that side of it was easy. The Consultants were very much more God-like, but they were
our gods, and nearly always on our side.
If I sound nostalgic for those days, don't be fooled. My first Xmas on call I worked from 8am Wed to 6pm on Monday solidly, with no break as the first on call surgical HO, both for wards and admissions and in those days you were not expected to call your seniors unless it really was beyond your expertise (Xmas was Fri, I was on call Wed and Fri/Sat/Sun, as we did 3 day weekends and saw no point in making somebody else miss Xmas by working the Thursday). I was so tired I cannot remember any of it, but I was fed, helped through by the nurses and other staff and my colleagues helped cover everything through the days they were there. Much of my junior doctor time involved a 1 in 3 with prospective cover, which meant I was on call every 3rd night with no time off afterwards, and on call Fri/Sat/Sun every third weekend, then having to work a normal Mon - Fri week after and all of that went up to 1 in 2 if somebody was on leave. I was left to cover situations that were, almost certainly, unsafe and beyond my competencies, but everyone else was doing the same thing, so it was rarely questioned. I do not think this was a good thing! I worked as a locum after my HO year and was the sole medical doctor on for a step down hospital covering 30 quite poorly people. I gave the med reg a fit when I rang him, told him a 45 year old had arrested and we'd got him back, but he was in SVT with aberrant conduction and I needed some adenosine (which was newish and the dog's bo**ocks!). He kept asking who I was and how I knew it was SVT not VT given I had no real medical experience. He was so concerned he got in a taxi and came the 15 minutes with the adenosine himself and accompanied the pt back to the big, shiny hospital in the ambulance (but it
was SVT and he let me give the adenosine - sorry if this is too medical for most of you right now!!). This patient's life was put at pretty real risk by me being the only medic on site to deal with this sort of problem!
However, I did make friends I still have now. My Reg when I was an SHO is godfather to my eldest son, one of my fellow SHOs godmother to my middle son. I still speak to many of them, even if just via Xmas card, and I certainly learned a lot of medicine!! I think you learn in a safer way these days, but at the expense of the camaraderie, team-spirit and sense of belonging that we had and that side of it I feel is a sad loss.
Sorry if that is nothing like the response you were expecting
PS And sorry for derailing the thread!