Plan to Escape Medicine
When I reach “my number”, I am so out of medicine. I am completely burnt out after barely surviving through a residency and things are only getting worse. I feel like I am ready to retire and yet I am only in my early 30’s! I can’t fathom doing this another 30-40 years. In order to escape from the coming Obamacare, I plan to continue to subsist at the poverty line ($10830 US a year- and yes it is doable- I am proof) while living like a pauper in the ghetto as an attending. It is not suffering when you think of the prize of freedom on the other side. You will be amazed at how much you can save over time on even a resident’s salary if you are disciplined. I have come to the realization that I would rather be happy and live in some secluded cabin on the Big Island of Hawaii (http://honolulu.craigslist.org/big/reb/1305738266.html) or in the rainforests of Costa Rica than be chained to the hospital and get sh!t rained on just so I can live in some Barbie dreamhouse with a big a$$ mortgage and have my gas guzzling SUV parked in the cobble stoned driveway while trying to keep up with the the Jones’s or Dr. Nurse Smith that Coastie (over on SDN )has so vividly depicted. Heck with that! This philosophy of being that I speak of is called “voluntary simplicity”, you can google the term and learn more if you want. I concede it is very hard to get out of medicine but I am determined to succeed. I fully realize that you need a well executed plan in place or otherwise you risk committing financial suicide. Just dropping out of residency with no plan is akin to jumping out of a plane without a parachute.
I just wish I would’ve known all this ten years ago and spared myself a decade of grief. But ten years is enough, I refuse to allow more precious time to slip away. Just as Andy did in the Shawshank Redemption (one of my all time favorite movies which has more meaning to me now than ever before), I will continue to chip away at the walls of my prison until I am free again.