physician burnout

Ten Reasons Why Physician Burnout is so Prevalent.

‘If you study even the smallest bit of science, you will realize that, for all practical purposes, we are nothing. We’re basically monkeys on a small rock, orbiting a small, backwards star in a huge galaxy, which is an absolutely staggeringly gigantic universe, which itself may be part of a gigantic multiverse. This universe has been around for probably 10 billion years or more, and will be around for tens of billions of years afterwards. So your existence, my existence, is just infinitesimal…this is such a short and precious life, it is really important that you don’t spend it being unhappy. There is no excuse for spending most of your life in misery. You’ve only got 70 years out of the 50 billion or however long the universe is going to be around.’

Naval Ravikant in Tools of Titans, by Tim Ferris

On Thursday, I was given the last-minute, unexpected opportunity to give a two-minute pitch about my concept to help reduce rates of stress, burnout, and suicide amongst doctors (and later other professions), and how to increase their wellbeing. As a doctor talking about this issue, I do have a sense of not wanting to make a storm in a teacup. I don’t want to dramatise the situation, as serious as it is. I feel it deserves to be approached with gravitas and pragmatism, without any hint of emotion.

But then, I think, ‘What the f**k? Why are doctors killing themselves?’ It’s a privileged position to be a doctor in the west, no matter which way you look at it. It means that the person has had access to excellent education, has personal attributes to undertake this arduous education, and are, in most cases, guaranteed a job for life, with salaries that are dependable and will provide a secure income. If the doctors are committing suicide, who is going to look after the suffering?

Working in psychiatry, I am faced with suicidality on a daily basis. Suicidality as a symptom of mental illness. Suicidality as an expression of emotional overwhelm and distress. Suicidality with explicable causative factors, and suicidality in the most unlikely of places. The fact is, suicide is one of the saddest plights of the human experience. That one act, or thoughts of, tells a thousand stories of helplessness, hopelessness, guilt, fear, anger, rejection, isolation. It is so contrary to what we consider to be the essence of our human-ness: being hope-finding, meaning-creating, resilience-expressing animals. The act separates us from non-homo sapiens (as far as I know). Something about our exquisitely developed prefrontal cortices which have endowed us with the ability for abstract thought, executive decision-making, and meta-cognition, has also made us vulnerable to states of nihilistic hopelessness.

So why do doctors get to this stage? What are the causes for the preceeding burnout and chronic stress? A recent systematic literature review, reported in Medscape, states that physicians experience the highest suicide rate of any profession, more than twice that of the general population, and over 400 doctors a year suicide in the US. The Australia beyondblue study of medical student and doctor mental wellbeing in 2013 identified that 24.8% of physicians had thoughts of suicide prior to the past 12 months, and 10.4% had thoughts within the last 12 months.

So, here are a summary of what I think are the main factors contributing to chronic stress and burnout, in no particular order:

  1. Doctors have an inherently stressful job. Buddhist philosophy suggests that our main motivation in our natural state is escaping suffering – which, ironically, it argues, creates more suffering. This helps us to understand and empathise with others if we accept that everyone is just doing their best to escape suffering. We can all probably see this in our lives: we work to have money to avoid going hungry or being homeless; we maintain strong social bonds to avoid loneliness. A doctor’s (and many other professions’, some of whom have similar issues with burnout) job is intrinsically tied to engaging in the depths of human suffering. Day in, day out, the job requires engaging with people’s pain, unhappiness, loneliness, fear, worry, depression, and disappointment.
  2. Lack of autonomy. Doctors exist in a constant tension between a) the resources available to them from the health provider; b) what a patient wants; c) what a patient needs; d) what a patient can afford, or what a provider will pay for for a patient; e) legislative and social expectations of what health should/should not do.
  3. Complexity of healthcare delivery. Long gone are the days when a patient attends for a straightforward prescription, or for a surgery – or neither if they cannot afford them. A doctor must dance a complex rhumba which involves a multitude of invested stakeholders. These are informed by international, national, and local recommendations and protocols; by the payers for the health service; by the local service’s resources; by the patient’s wishes. And this often requires a decision to be made in a short period of time looking at an individual patient with their unique requirements and biopsychosocial factors affecting their illness experience. The paradox of choice in treatment is increasing at break-neck speed, and humans struggle to keep up.
  4. Sandwiching. Related to the above. A term I use to describe doctors being caught between patients and the service or provider or political power behind them, and having to mediate that complex relationship.
  5. Evolving nature of healthcare delivery. Doctors are having to become adept practitioners of a new digital world. Again, instead of dealing with the individual patient in front of her, the doctor now has to refer to, record, and involve a litany of digital material via electronic health records. Whilst the glitches are many as they are embedded, many doctors would agree that it may benefit patient care in the long run. But another layer of administration has been added to doctors’ jobs.
  6. Leadership. Leadership within healthcare often comes from a) clinicians who have been in the game a long time, but may not have had formal management training; or, b) non-medical managers who transfer management skills from other sectors. I would argue that management does need to be taught, it is not an intrinsic character trait, and I would argue that healthcare is different from most other sectors in that the commodification of health has multiple ethical and moral considerations. This is not to say that these divides are not successfully crossed; but a lack on either front can exacerbate the stressful expectations of doctors.
  7. Personality types that self-select for medicine. This is perhaps the biggest generalisation here but most good doctors (and we are still working out how to screen that ‘good’ and define what it means), have traits that are associated with high rates of conscientiousness, diligence, integrity, and empathy. These are also traits which are associated with neurosis in its original form: excessive anxiety or obsessiveness. Laissez-faire, non-obsessive doctors tend to come up against issues very early on in their careers which can have negative effects on patient care. These traits emphasise the, ‘I better not get this wrong’, ‘what if XYZ happens? How do I prevent this?’, or, ‘the negative sequelae of this action – or lack of action – could – or could not be – XYZ.’ Essentially, medicine requires working with vast swathes of uncertainty and uknowns, and reassuring a patient in the midst of that, and finding out what can be known, actioning it, and avoiding complications in that course of action.
  8. Shiftwork. There is no need to reiterate the multiple studies and bodies of evidence which outline how bad shiftwork is for physical and mental health in the long run. Now imagine handling an apnoeic (not breathing) neonate at 3am, or repairing a bleeding aneurysm, or talking down a psychotic patient. The effects are inevitable.
  9. Work intensity and competing demands. After five to eight years of undergraduate study, doctors embark on a baptism of fire into life as a junior doctor. This can be anywhere from one to four years, which is then followed by training under a specialist pathway (general practice, psychiatry, general surgery, ophthalmology, etc), which can range anywhere from three to 8 years. Many specialties require onerous exams – which must be studied for for months whilst working full-time, and costs thousands of dollars at a time, paid from a trainee doctor’s salary. Resits are incredibly demoralising as doctors have put their lives on hold to study for them. Many will also have research requirements, which may need to be done on top of the ‘day’ job, or may need time away from the training scheme with a reduced salary. Many doctors will be starting a family during this time, which puts a particular pressure on female trainees (in general), who have to decide how much (if any) time to take away from time-limited training schemes. People are also doing other life ‘stuff’ expected in their respective societies: getting on the property ladder, for example. And many have other commitments: carer role for children or a spouse or a parent with a serious illness. All the while working in a job with shiftwork and all the issues listed above.
  10. The normalisation of chronic stress and vicarious trauma. Finally, doctors are exposed to trauma on a daily basis. This may involve the death of children, or losing a patient unexpectedly, or watching people decline through chronic illness. It can involve seeing people self-harm, and listening to endless stories of every type of abuse under the sun. It can involve hearing about and observing some of the darkest parts of humanity. Unfortunately, the evolution of the culture within medicine has been centuries in the making. There is a hardening and desensitisation expected. The fragile, flimsy line between self-preservation and displaying compassion and empathy is often trodden upon and unrecognisable. People glorify the hours and disasters and trauma and awfulness at times, as a way of coping. Burnt out colleagues, often those who have been in the game a long time, have become so depersonalised and emotionally exhausted themselves that they lack insight into their own dearth of emotional connection. They then externalise anyone else’s difficulty processing something, or a throw away comment about the amount of hours worked, as being a sign of ‘not coping’ and advise them to suck it up because, ‘When I was a junior doctor I worked 110 hours a week.’ I often feel like holding up a mirror and saying, ‘Yes. Yes you did.’ The evidence suggests that even with improvement in absolute working hours for some doctors, that stress and burnout have increased. In light of the above issues, I understand why.

It may sound rather bleak, but my own burnout has receded far enough that I have hope. I believe that human connection amongst colleagues can provide relief and strength. I believe that radical transparency, as described by Ray Dalio, can save us from repeating the closed-up, ever-more-cautious, more overwhelmed by the paradox of choice that the modern medical paradigm presents. I believe that medical culture can change. I believe that its leaders can adapt. I believe that empowered patients can better share the risk and unknownness of their own health and healthcare. I believe that AI and VR can get to a stage that some of the mechanised parts of modern medicine – digital health records, diagnostic algorithms contained in doctors’ heads – can become part of the doctor-patient interaction. Doctors are humans, and their humanness needs to be prized and protected. Patients deserve nothing less when they see their healthcare provider. As Naval Ravikant said, we have so little time in which to live. Let’s make it count, and make it enjoyable.

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The Compassion Conundrum: Navigating Stress and Burnout as a Healthcare Worker

My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with

some passion,

some compassion,

some humour,

and some style.

(Maya Angelou)

He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.

(Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

To become comfortable with uncertainty is one of the primary goals in the training of a physician.

(Sherwin B Nuland)

In the discussion around physician burnout, a common ‘either/or’ dichotomy has abounded: physicians need to become more resilient, or systems need to change. However, both seem untenable as the sole solutions to this issue. How can physicians become resilient enough to cope with struggling, ever-more stretched systems, where, as the patient becomes a market-oriented consumer, demands are only going to increase? And how can these self-maintaining monsters of systems, change? If a healthcare system was composed entirely of doctors (and there may be some doctors who think this is the case), maybe there would be some hope of the system itself changing to suit them better. But we’re a small cog within this system which, despite being called ‘healthcare’, is focused on pathology, and is affected by political and socioeconomic powers far beyond the cubicle curtains. Healthcare is a self-perpetuating, self-maintaining beast. All the components and individuals and sub-systems act in an interminable rhythm, and it is only disrupted by events of cataclysmic proportions – either good or bad (think WWII and the evolution of the NHS in the UK in 1948. And think of the state of the NHS today.)

In Braving the Wilderness, Brené Brown writes,

Benito Mussolini relied heavily on the line “O con noi o contro di noi” (“You’re either with us or against us.”) The problem is that the emotional plea is often not based in facts, and preys on our fears of not belonging or being seen as wrong or part of the problem. We need to question how the sides are defined. Are these really the only two options? Is this the accurate blaming for this debate or is this bullshit?…The ability to think past either/or solutions is the foundation of critical thinking, but still, it requires courage. Getting curious and asking questions happens outside our blinkers of certainty.

In looking for solutions to this growing problem, we – the doctors, staff, system – need to look beyond either/or scenarios. If I could pick one word to sum up the current practice of medicine, it would be uncertainty. Paradoxically, however, everything about our jobs, and the system, is to deliver certainty to all the stakeholders. Patients want to know, ‘This is your diagnosis. This is the treatment. This is the prognosis.’ But how often does that happen? Even the common cold we need to hedge with warnings: ‘It’s most likely viral, but should your headache worsen, or if it has not resolved in seven days, or you start developing a non-blanching rash, come back and see us…yeah, if the headache gets pretty bad, I mean….well, if it gets so bad, you should probably see someone sooner…if it’s eight days then check in with your GP and maybe get some bloods done…you’ll know if it’s non-blanching…yes, you can get a rash with some types of cancer…’. Etc etc.

Patients come, and rightly so, expect serious conditions to be excluded, and a reassuring narrative to be given which provides a schema in which to understand their symptoms. A break of the lower leg during a footy match in a 22 year-old man needs little explanation; an episode of psychosis in a 50 year-old stay-at-home mother with a vague history of depression, or liver failure in a 27 year-old with a possible family history of an autoimmune condition requires a lot of postulating and hypothesising. It often ends with a summation of, ‘The human body is very fickle. We don’t know a lot about how it works, or why things go wrong. I don’t know why it’s happened to you at this point in time. I don’t know if it’s been precipitated by something you or anyone else has done, and most likely we never will know.’ Or more often, we err on the side of compassion: ‘No, there’s nothing you have done to make this happen.’ In our compassion for our patients, we realise that on top of a life-changing diagnosis, they don’t also need to consider whether there is any personal responsibility for what has happened. It would make us sad to send them away from our clinic, seeing the fear in their eyes, now compounded by potential guilt and regret. In our treatment of patients from every spectrum of society, we disengage any sort of judgement about personal responsibility or lifestyle choice or consequences; this is not our place, we tell ourselves, society tells us, and the system tells us. Just be compassionate, and treat what’s in front of you. And we do (and just internalise the judgement and then spread it around on more acceptable targets – ourselves, management, a colleague who made a mistake.)

What do health services want? They want certainty. They want preventative medicine, then quick, accurate diagnoses if anything does go amiss, with as small a chance of re-presentation as possible, and to find definitive outcomes if they do. Which includes, but is not limited to, treatment, housing, addiction cessation, rehabilitation, unicorn horn DNA.

Primary care wants clear descriptions of what has transpired during a hospital admission, what the patient’s progress was, and what changes have been made in her or his medical management. They want guidance about when to seek re-review or re-admission. They want a sense that the big brother hospital understood that their patient, who comes in weekly with his disabled wife, is depressed, and poorly mobile, and often incontinent, and drinking a lot, and possibly struggling to care as he should for his wife. Do they get a sense that this has happened? Sometimes they will. But not always.

Tertiary services want primary care to provide a catch-all net for all things that have not been able to be attended to in a three-week hospital admission. Despite the physios and OTs and social workers and psychologist and dietitian and (if you’re lucky) specialist nurse who saw them then, it would be great if the GP could encapsulate all that in their next 9 minute post-discharge appointment with the patient. The GP must pick up patients, make sense of multiple investigations and opinions from varying teams, many times who will say, ‘Dx: ???. Re-admit if it happens again,’ and keep them out of hospital as long as possible. (By re-admit, they mean send to ED, where they will be triaged by a highly-skilled, stressed, harried ED physician who is managing ramping ambulances at one end and a bed-blocked hospital at the other end of her department.)

Governments want certainty. They determine how much money they will exact from tax payers, will allot it to a health service, and then need guarantees that no matter what happens, the health provider will provide whatever service is needed. Healthcare executives – who may be doctors or nurses who have been working in this spiralling system for decades – hold purse strings tightly, whilst clamouring clinical departments say, ‘We can’t meet these increasing needs with the same resources we once had.’ The executive, in an act of both self- and service-preservation, sends service-wide emails, decreeing a reduction in this test or that, or a limit on this locum or that nurse pool, and sits in an office, awaiting with bated breath a new financial year with hope that nothing dreadful happens in the interim, and hoping for a magical sum of money that will gift – yes – certainty – for the year ahead. They feel guilt for their colleagues holding the front line; fear of state departments demanding ‘show cause’ for every dollar over or adverse event which should have been prevented; and an internal smouldering of waning energy and stamina.

The junior doctor falls from final year of medical school into their intern year, and certainty becomes an alien concept. Suddenly they have money, no time, reduced energy, waves of anxiety and stress. He or she has moments (hours?) of feeling like not knowing anything and yet feeling like they should know so much, the incongruence of books and supervised placements compared with a lonely night shift handling a moribund patient, a ragged contrast. Registrars, hardened after a few years at the coal face, dig their heels in, do their shifts, study for exams, and possibly squeeze in being a parent or a partner or a carer. The other facets of life which make us human need to wait. Just a year or two. Or three. Or four if the re-sits don’t go as planned. Oh, and the patients receive that registrar’s care and attention, day after day. After day.

And the consultant, the leader of the team. A team which consists of nurses and OTs and social workers and nurse practitioners and medical students and physiotherapists and electrophysiologists and dietitians. Yes, you, gastroenterologist, you are now a leader. Remember that one lecture you received on clinical governance? Yes, that’s you now. You’re paid $300,000 a year, so just do it. And make sure all your patients get better quickly, and completely. And make sure your registrars are supported. And make sure that they are looking after the interns and residents. And remember medical student teaching. And the departmental roster. And accreditation. (Squeeze in the UGIE on the oesophageal variceal bleed at 2am, and work until 7pm the same day, thanks.) And CPD. These must all be done, for sure. For certain. Otherwise, you are unsafe, patients are at risk (i.e. there’s always the risk of people dying due to your actions or lack thereof), and on top of that, your department/hospital/health service will get less money next time round to combat the same problems. Yes, your child’s sick, that’s marvellous. So are your patients. And your registrar. And a quarter of the nursing staff. Pretty rough your marriage has broken up; take Monday and Tuesday off and we’ll see you back on Wednesday (can you cover the following weekend to make up for that? Your colleagues covered you on Monday and Tuesday, so, you know….?)

And the intern can’t eat due to nausea and anxiety. And the registrar can’t sleep due to being messed up coming off night shifts and looking after children, and then studying for exams. And the consultant can’t bear to stand there in front of the team and say that he doesn’t know what to do with Mrs Smith in bed 8 on her fifth admission this year – again. So he sends her back to the nursing home to the GP. And the director of medical services says that she needs you to show-cause for the two locums this month, whilst shrinking inside because she knows that they covered your colleague off sick with stress and you and your other colleagues shrank in shame and exhaustion when it was put to you to cover for him. And she calls the Department with a sweaty hand on the phone, and a shaky voice and assures them that this is short-term and temporary and they are working on ensuring that there is always space in the system to account for this.

And they all – the nurse, the administrator, the intern through to consultant – keep coming in day after day, because the patients keep coming. The intern turns up because he is aware that the resident is covering two wards by herself, and needs help. And the registrar refuses to take her study leave because her consultant is covering for his colleague. And the consultant can’t have another day off, despite his wife going through chemo, because there is a ward of 30 patients waiting, and his registrar and intern cannot be expected to make all these decisions again and again.

So why do they keep doing it? Partly this compassion conundrum, and partly either/or thinking – only the system must change, or it’s just me. Okay, we were all uptight, type A, hard-working, diligent folk who wanted a secure job which ‘helped people,’ and we invested our time and money and energy and relationships into getting where we are now. But the compassion, which we don’t show to ourselves, or extend to colleagues, or would ever show to managers, and which can also be the source of the compassion burnout towards our patients, runs deep, compounded by empathy and altruism and high expectations. We like our patients…but recently, we’ve not liked them quite as much. We got pissed off that they presented with chest pain again, with their poorly controlled BSLs, and an inability to stop smoking. But we followed the protocol, to look after them. And we did get annoyed when the man with decompensated liver failure re-presented, drunk, for an ascitic drain at 3am on a Wednesday. And don’t get me started on the lady with borderline personality disorder who has pulled out chunks of her hair and actually severed her flexor tendons this time, all because of her stepdad who took her innocence as a little girl, which she reminds us and the rest of the ED of time and time again. So we lament society and education and family, and feel like we’re sticking our collective pinky in the growing crack in the dam. But this compassion glues us there.

We stand back and regard the messy humanity that we see before us, and feel discomfort. Discomfort at their distress. Discomfort at our share in this messy humanity. Discomfort at our own messy humanity. We do chest compressions and we hear agonal breathing. We see a lifeless newborn delivered and hear a father’s sobs. We listen to the screams of the woman in resus as the police ask her about the oncoming lorry which has taken her family. We see the 70 year-old without family, with severe rheumatoid arthritis who has fallen, and has lain in her own faeces for three days, and now has an acute kidney injury and rhabdomyolysis.

So we do it, again and again. There are very, very few either/ors in our jobs, but our thinking towards ourselves and our colleagues is either/or. We navigate like a jittery compass, receiving input from multiple stimuli to help us in our decision-making processes. We do another ward round, and learn another software update for the new system which will integrate every man and his dog (sometimes), and we hit the books, and we try to be pleasant to colleagues, and we supress the nagging feelings of failure when we repeatedly cannot do our best. And we blame the management and the system and the state and our boss and our juniors – because, yes, we’re that hierarchical, that a 36 year-old with 8 years experience as a doctor is a ‘junior’ – and the lazy colleague. Only when someone pulls us up for blaming a patient do we shrivel away in shame. For there is compassion there, always, deeply buried though it may be. Buffeted and battered at times, only brought out in its fullness in a rare moment of human connection with a patient, where things are tidy, when they see us, when we see them (if we’re not too hardened).

Burnout is prevalent. Chronic stress is dangerous. Doctors are developing destructive coping mechanisms, which can exacerbate mental illness and can result in suicide. How do we stop it? By dredging up compassion again and again, for ourselves, for our colleagues, for our leaders, for our patients. All of them, including us, (yes, even our patients) do things that exacerbate the load on the system. Some colleagues communicate in bullying and unhelpful and blaming ways – because they too are broken in some manner.

I’m committed to helping doctors (and nurses – for the issues overlap more often than not) to find our compassion again, in the midst of the uncertainy. Without compassion for ourselves and one another, patients will not get the treatment they deserve. The history of our profession has done little to help develop a culture of compassion. The drive for certainty and answers and excellence has been placed above the simple acts of kindness and human connection which make us…human. In this age of ever-increasing uncertainty, and multiple options and treatment pathways and causes and biopsychosocial factors, bumped by genetics, affected and effected by epigenetics, adjusted by climate change, and shaken by political tremors 15,000 km away, the only certainty we do have is that we each possess ongoing remnants of compassion. The most expert diagnostician; the most heroic military trauma surgeon; the most cerebral cytopathologist; the most enthusiastic epidemiologist – all are united in their humanness through their compassion. As a psychiatrist in training, I could provide lots of great explanations for why individuals struggle to access feelings of compassion, but this is not the point: except for the antisocial personality disorders amongst us, or those at the extreme end of some neurodevelopmental disorders, our compassion is present.

We can’t change the system quickly. We can’t change our patients. And we can’t even change ourselves all that easily. But we can use what we have. Let’s leave either/or thinking. Let’s work collaboratively with colleagues to instill compassion. Let’s inspire hope, like Coleridge said. Let’s remember Maya Angelou, the natural phenomenon of wisdom and literature and philosophy and poetry, who was mute for years as a little girl after suffering trauma and subsequently believing that her words could kill, that life is to be lived with some passion, some compassion, some humour, and some style.

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Well-being in the midst of the fire: how do medical students and doctors look after themselves when the system doesn’t?

I remember the first patient that died in my presence. I had been a doctor less than a year and was working in a national colorectal surgical centre. Before the change of shift, my colleague had told me about a woman that had been admitted. She had been reviewed by a more senior doctor but they were still unsure what the problem was. My memories of the presentation are vague; I think she had recently had surgery, had been in another hospital, and had developed non-specific abdominal pain post-operatively so was returned back to the centre where she had had her procedure. I was at least fourteen hours into a 12-hour shift when I was called by the nursing staff to say that this patient was distressed. When I arrived she was delirious (an acute confusional state that can be precipitated by any number of things – hypoxia, infection, medications, etc). She was calling for her husband and gasping for breath. She was obviously extremely unwell and deteriorating. I started auscultating her chest to listen for signs of acute respiratory distress, and listen to her heart.

I cannot say for certain now – our memories are fickle and play tricks on us – but I think her heart stopped beating whilst I was listening. She went into cardiac arrest. I immediately lowered her bed down (as she had been sitting up), pressed the emergency buzzer, and started CPR on her. The whole situation feels so surreal now. I felt incredibly helpless. The week of on-calls were seven 12-hour shifts, which each easily became fifteen hours, and on day 8 was a half day on which you were supposed to hand over care to the oncoming team. Two junior doctors managed all the acute patients being admitted, and on the weekend, were also managing all the patients of the three or four other teams; well over a hundred patients altogether. The registrars were either in theatre or admitting people in emergency. Consultants would do breakneck speed ward rounds before spending long days operating. It was an awful experience, especially for someone who likes to be in control and have an overview of my work situation. It felt chaotic and haphazard.

The crash team arrived and people sprang into action, following the prompts of the defibrillator. After a while it became apparent that resuscitation would be unsuccessful and the process was stopped. I remember the two medical registrars running the resuscitation comforting one another and affirming that they could have done no better. I was halfway between stunned and completely detached from the situation. I stood there observing. And then my pager went and I was off to the next task.

Looking back I feel sorry for my younger self. I didn’t realise how stressful I found my first two years working as a doctor until much later. I had been high-performing and high-achieving in my studies. It was painful going from being an excellent student to being a doctor where life and death were handled on a daily basis with nonchalance, and treatments were instigated with varying degrees of success and what seemed like blind hope at the outcome, mostly. My first job was in the gastroenterology and hepatology ward at a national liver transplant unit in a country with some of the highest alcohol abuse rates in Europe. Many of our patients had end-stage liver failure. One of the results of liver failure is the inability of the body to produce blood-clotting factors. Chronic alcohol abuse can also reduce the platelets in the blood, another essential component of the early blood clotting cascade. In addition, people with cirrhosis have a few major points in their body which are areas of engorged blood vessels due to back-pressure from their cirrhosed livers. They are sitting blood bombs just waiting to burst. I remember my third or fourth shift as a doctor, being the only doctor there from 5 until 9.30pm. The weight of the sense of responsibility for these incredibly unwell people was overwhelming at times. I remember having to call an anaesthetist because a patient had developed a nose bleed which was not stopping. People in this state hose blood when they start. He was shouting at me to get a catheter to insert in the patient’s nose to place pressure on the arterial blood. I was covered in blood, was trying to hand this slippery rubber catheter with a syringe attached to the anaesthetist, and I couldn’t inflate it. I’m not surprised I had diarrhoea with associated stomach cramps for my first couple of months of work there.

As a doctor develops more experience there is an improvement in knowing better how to handle a sick patient, how to recognise a deteriorating patient, and how to pre-emptively get help when this happens. But then other things come in: working shifts whilst having young children at home; studying for postgraduate exams whilst having young children at home and working shifts; dealing with major family illness whilst working, having young children at home, and ideally studying for postgraduate exams. Whilst working shifts. Getting divorced. Getting assaulted by an aggressive patient. Losing a parent or a sibling. Throw into this that the daily job is constantly dealing with human misery, pain, and trauma (in some specialties more than other), in health systems which are over-burdened and stretched, in societies where health provision is a powerful political and economic signpost, within a culture which is harsh and unforgiving with high rates of bullying and harassment, especially for women. It can be rather brutal.

In Australia, a few days ago there was a technical hitch with the RACP basic physician trainee exam. This resulted in the $1800 exam, which doctors will have studied for months for, whilst working full-time in most cases, which will have required loss of time spent with children, partners, family, and friends, to be deemed null and void. For the pleasure of sitting the exam, it will have required bartering with roster planners to ensure that the examinee was not on night shift the night before the exam, but may have gone onto night shift the day of or day after the exam. It will have involved careful negotiating to try and access professional development leave (which is part of doctors’ contracts) to have some uninterrupted time to study. It will have involved negotiating with clinical teams if you had more than one doctor needing to take the exam at that time. Some will have used annual leave to study and attend revision courses (which themselves can cost thousands of dollars). Holidays will have been delayed.

And now, these trainees’ exams are void due to the technical glitch. They need to sit it again in two weeks.

Peter Donkersley, a medical student at the University of Tasmania, took his life earlier this year. He is, sadly, one of the many of our colleagues: Dr Andrew Bryant, a consultant gastroenterologist in Brisbane; Dr Chloe Abbott, one of three NSW doctors in the space of a few months. And there were three psychiatry doctors in Victoria in 2016, where details were withheld. These are just some of the known ones. There are many whose causes of death will remain unknown or kept private.

In The Medical Journal of Australia we are encouraged to have the ‘courage to act on burnout,’ and these problems are not isolated to Australia. In the US, the Medscape National Physician Burnout and Depression Report 2018 emphasised the extent of the problem. The survey of over 15,000 physicians revealed that 42% of them were ‘burned out.’ An article in the British Medical Journal in 2017 stated that ‘medicine must change its culture to tackle the toxic aspects of medicine that cause and sustain burnout.’ It also quoted a Canadian study which ‘estimates that early retirement and reduced clinical hours from burnout will cost the health system $C213m (£130m; €146m; $167m) in lost future service.’ The findings are echoed in China and New Zealand.

So what can we do?

A 2016 The Lancet systematic review and meta-analysis on interventions to prevent and reduce physician burnout showed that interventions DO work. Fifteen randomised trials including 716 physicians, and 37 cohort studies including 2914 physicians demonstrated that ‘both individual-focused and structural or organisational strategies can result in clinically meaningful reductions in burnout among physicians,’ which can equate to a 10 percentage point drop in rates of burnout, from 54 to 44%. Good…but not brilliant.

Over the last month I have been in the process of laying the groundwork to develop a tool which can be used by individual medical students and doctors to improve stress and burnout, and which can also be used by hospitals and health services to partake in improving wellness. The task is large, and there are multiple barriers. We cannot change centuries of culture and dogma within the profession. We cannot instantly change the systemic and organisational issues that plague all healthcare workers.

What we can do is start prioritising looking after ourselves, and health services, their staff.

To encourage this, I want to employ the use of the tenets of the pursuit of wellbeing as described by Professor Martin Seligman at the University of Pennsylvania in the Department of Psychology. Following the mnemonic, PERMA:

  • Positive affect (or emotion) – how do we make space for positive feeling at work amongst the trauma and distress and pain? We can rely on our morbid sense of humour for so long, but what happens when you go home and there is an emptiness because of the emotional and mental outlay that your job requires?
  • Engagement – doing things which get us into a state of flow, both at work and personally
  • Relationship – ensuring that we have personal relationships which are healthy and remind us of the much bigger world beyond medicine, but improving the authenticity and openness within our professional relationships. Only doctors know what doctors go through; the help we can offer one another is massive
  • Meaning – there is an expectation that being a doctor is an inherently ‘meaningful’ job. It can be – but the meaning is very easily lost amongst electronic health records, HR departments, KPIs, technical glitches, and the hierarchical, punitive structure. How do we imbue our jobs and personal lives with meaning?
  • Accomplishment – it’s easy to accomplish in medicine. But what happens when you’ve accomplished everything that there is to accomplish? What happens when, perhaps, you have not accomplished in your family life, or interests, or health, or hobbies, or psychological health? What happens when you reach your peak professionally? We need to ensure our lives are not empty beyond the practice or hospital walls.

I look forward to sharing more in the weeks to come. In the meantime, please reach out if you are struggling. I’m happy to be contacted here personally, or go to The Doctors Health Advisory Service, or reach out to a trusted colleague.

We’re in this together.

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