A friend last year asked me if my husband "liked being a doctor." My husband had just started his intern year of residency, his official beginnings of "healing people" rather than studying thick textbooks 14-hours a day and/or observing various medical specialties while practicing taking histories and performing physicals.
I answered immediately, "Well, yes! He is a doctor." My friend looked surprised by my answer, and to tell you the truth, I was also quite surprised by my rushed response. Well, more particularly I was caught by the accompanying intonation that alluded to her ignorance of an obvious truth.
I still don't know why it came out like that. But, I think deep inside, I truly believed at the time that all possible downfalls were completely overshadowed by the huge, glorious, and obvious advantages of being a doctor. To me, it really did seem like it would be all peaches and roses to actually be a doctor.
I mean, giving orders all day, and actually having someone follow them? Oh, how so so nice that would be.
Even now I think I would probably respond to that question in the exact same way. I think my husband is rather lucky to be a doctor. I know that he absolutely loves what he is doing. And, honestly, I do think it would be a rather rewarding career, despite the price to get there.