Oh boy! I hope you know that you are welcome to discuss whatever I might be able to help you with there. I was happy to get out as soon as I could but that's because my generation was subjected to a series of indignities that probably won't be relevant to you. We saw them welch on the implied deal. When I chose medicine, I chose to dedicate myself to study and service - to stay current on everything relevant to my practice, and to be available at all hours of day and night for telephone calls and even ER and ICU visits. I gave up my life from the late seventies until the early eightiesMy parents are medical doctors so I think I might be too but like your grand daughter, I'm not sure yet. We have some time to figure it out, right?
In exchange, we expected autonomy, respect,authority, and to be well payed like those that had come before us for much of a century. What we bristled about was the loss of much of all of those, and in its place, to be saddled with more regulatory burden, having to beg HMO "executives" named Heather and Kylie for an X-ray, increasing liability for having to share decision making with Kylie, and being grouped with nurse practitioners and physician assistants as "providers." For that, I'm not taking middle of the night phone calls. Call Kylie, but not after nine on school nights.
OK, so I'm a little cynical. But that doesn't apply to you. There's a new deal - the one I described. If you opt for that, you might be satisfied if they actually let you have it.
Seriously, after a forty minutes on hold, I had to beg some brain dead telephone liaison for some pathetic HMO for approval for a cervical MRI - the neck - for a man, and Kylie got indignant with me for wasting HER time because even she knows that men don't have cervices. True story. I think that I decided to retire after that call.
But hell, if that's the world of medicine when you enter, you might be content with that.
Nevertheless, I recommended that my daughters consider veterinary medicine when their time came. No insurance. No government to speak of. No HMOs. And no Kylie.