Nah, you’re not out to lunch. There were lots of people in Dr.J’s class who were in their mid-to-late-thirties. Hell, there was a guy who got into Auburn’s vet school at the age of 56 a few years ago.
I’ve never been to med school myself, but I feel fairly well qualified to tell you the basics of how it’s likely to affect your life. Think about the fastest-paced, most grueling class you ever took in undergrad. Now double that, and picture taking three of those every couple of months for two years. For the first several months, not only will you be busting your ass all the time, you will reek of formalin. There is no washing regimine known to man that will eradicate the smell of a gross anatomy student. To be perfectly honest, you’ll probably still smell somewhat for a few weeks after the anatomy block ends.
You’ll probably forge really strong friendships with your fellow med students, but your relationships with the outside world will probably suffer. School takes up so much of your time and energy that there’s just not much left over. Besides, your perspective tends to change, and it becomes a little harder to identify with people outside the field. You go out to dinner and sit around talking about your day, and wonder why nobody else is eating anymore. Geez, you’d think they didn’t enjoy hearing about the diseased lung you saw removed today. (I cannot tell you how many times this has happened to us; between his job and mine, there’s a reason nobody ever invites us to dinner.)
A lot of people quit during those first two years. They either decide they just don’t like it, or they can’t handle the demands. A lot more people’s spouses and SO’s quit; it’s awfully hard to hold together a relationship with someone who’s perpetually exhausted and has little to no time to spend with you. It’s a long hard slog, for you and for the people around you, and anyone who tells you differently is blowing smoke up your ass.
The last two years you’re on clinical rotations. Sometimes you’ll be working 9-5 M-F, other times you’ll be putting in 16 hour days 6 days a week. The rotations at each school are a little different, but you can read about Dr.J’s experiences at www.thejtrain.net in the rotation reviews. (I think he’s gotten those put back up; I haven’t been to the site for quite a while.)
Residency varies wildly by program, but any job where you talk about only working 80 hours a week isn’t exactly going to set you up for being a social butterfly. He’s in a pretty benign program, really. They’ve only had to make a few adjustments to fit the new rules. Still, a lot of people work more than 80 hours in a week, and just don’t mention it. A lot of programs are much more demanding, and residency can be even harder on relationships than med school; there are some programs where the divorce rate for married residents approaches 95%.
Academics and personal relationships aside, one of the harder things about medicine is striking that delicate balance between compassion and callousness. You have to care about your patients to be any good at this stuff, but if you let yourself care too much the constant stream of death and disability and pain will chew you up and spit you out. It’s a hard balance to strike, and everybody falls to one side or the other sometime, but it’s something you have to learn to do if you’re going to make it.