Dear Mom and Dad,
How are you? Hope you are doing well. I am in pain to share that I have to quit my profession of being a doctor. Although previously, I thought a title would be added to my name, now I think it's not worth the grave trouble.
The training in medical school was extremely difficult as I had to learn exhaustively about the aspects of the human body and its malfunctions. Initially, though the studies were difficult, I did not mind. After the completion of my studies, I wasn't prepared to handle the patients with their various ailments and woes.
In the morning, hundreds of doctors visit patients in the wards. I walk behind them like a hypnotized duckling noting all the pronouncements that came from the senior doctors. Throughout the day, I am assigned the task of filling out forms and making phone calls. I don't think that I was trained for this clerical job.
During the night shift, I am given 'bleep', a paging device, to communicate with the patients in the ward and the nurses about upcoming emergencies. This is a nerve wrecking job as every call seems to be an emergency. While I am handling the patients of all the wards with several ailments, the senior doctors are merely admitting a few patients. They are also viewing patients with a specific problem such as broken leg or pneumonia.
Mom and Dad, you might know the reason why I am not happy with my profession. I dislike the long hours of work without leisure time. There is no icing on the cake despite the sincerity and loyalty shown by the doctors towards their ailing patients. The nail in the coffin is the unappreciative outlook of the public in general towards this noble medical profession. Hence I am quitting.
Your loving son,
Adam.
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