janeainsworth
Kali2 I’m just struggling to understand why, if your husband suffered so much while he worked as a junior doctor, you found Adam Kay’s book funny.
To me it was a story of the gradual breakdown of a dedicated young man who had no choice but to leave the profession he loved and to which he had dedicated over 10 years of his life.
I know, it does seem perverse, and I think you have to have 'lived it' to understand. Could never understand those who glorified the war years and said it was the 'best years of their life' considering how many friends they losts or saw crippled so badly, physically and mentally.
But in a way, for the doctors in those times, if they survived, it is a bit the same. Junior Doctors all lived together at the hospital- some permanently, others had other homes and had to live there when on call- as said, 1 night in 2 or 3 on top of the very full day, + weekends. They shared the Mess, talked, played bridge or whatever, always one person or two ready to take the hand as the bleeper called. It was a bit like being at boarding school. Ate there together too. They shared stories, joys and disasters- and the friendships made then, on job rotations that lasted 3 years - endured forever. It's difficult to explain. And if you did survive, then you look back in horror, but also with humour- at those bygone days.
But yes, some were broken by it all, physically and mentally- and went into research, pharmacology, etc- as they could not take the stress and or the hours, the sleepless nights when you then had to go on to do a full day on top. It impossible to describe just how bad it was. And yes, dark humour was the best survival technique.