Echosdad,
I think your point of view could be useful for some current/future students on here. I personally don't share your views on a lot of the things you said, but i think this is what the media would call "a teachable moment."
Why did you not pursue general medicine in the first place?
When did you first start having doubts about podiatry?
How did you initially act on your feelings of doubt?
Do you think you waited too long to change, or do you feel you gave it a fair shot?
What was the proverbial "straw"?
Once you started DO, were the ever feelings of regret?
Did you face much pressure from family due to the time already invested?
I do mean these questions with respect, you have a unique insight for these forums.
I did want to pursue MD/DO school back in 1992, but I didn't get accepted.
I literally started having doubts about podiatry in the 1st week. This was because their were so many students who were actually just waiting until they heard from MD/DO school, whether it was in the States or overseas. That made me pretty uncomfortable. Many of them did get accepted somewhere else and made like a banana and split.
Well, ultimately, I felt like I couldn't "act on [my] feelings of doubt" I had quit my job in Los Angeles, sold off many of my belongings, gave up my awesome apartment near the beach, told everyone I knew that I was going to be a podiatrist, moved to San Francisco...and, also, I knew that I wasn't getting into med school (though, to be fair, I did not apply to the Caribbean...I had just come back from rural Japan teaching English and I didn't want to live in a desolate place again). So, my feelings were "suck it up", make the best out of a bad situation (but, I also thought that it might not be that bad).
Did I give it a fair shot? Truthfully, I really hated the whole thing by the time I got to my 3rd year (when I found out that we were still going to go to lectures). But again, I thought I was stuck (debt, possibly no other prospects). I didn't need to graduate and practice to know that I wasn't going to do this for the rest of my life. Luckily, I met my wife at the end of 2000 when I had been practicing for about 1 1/2 years. I didn't really begin to think about quitting and trying to get into med school until a couple of years later. I know that the training (and possibly the education) is different today, so I can't compare what I went through to what others go through today. Essentially, I felt (right or wrong) that podiatry misled me (education/jobs/future) and I was plenty pissed. This is a whole other topic. Also, in practice I felt that pretty much any other doctor/nurse practitoner/PA/PT could do what I was doing. I mean, please. Do you really need a 4 year podiatry education to cut a ****ing toenail or a callus? Wound care? I've seen all kinds of people doing that.
"What was the proverbial straw"? Honestly, there were so many "straws", I could have made a Bridge over the River Kwai. I guess one day I just told my wife that I hate podiatry and that there would be no way that I could live like this the rest of my life. I didn't feel like a doctor (by a long shot), I felt like I spent a whole lot of money on nothing and I also thought that I would never really get the level of respect that I thought a doctor should get. I always harkened back to this commercial that was on probably in the 70's or early 80's (I'm 48). It was a little AA boy with his Grandpa on a bus. The boy asks the Grandpa "Grandpa? Is it true that you wanted to be a doctor when you were young?" He says "yes". Then the boy says "what happened". The camera focuses on the Grandpa who gets the faraway look in his face. The announcer then says "A mind is a terrible thing to waste". For me, that commercial scared my ****less. It meant that if I just settled on being a podiatrist and did not pursue my real dream (to be a complete physician) then I would be forever unsatisfied and might have to explain to my own grandson why I didn't chase my own dream.
Feelings of regret when I started DO? Hell no! Feelings of "Whew! I made it! I'm not going to die a podiatrist!!" I'm not kidding. That was something that I said over and over. And each day I was getting a real medical education, I was so freaking happy. I was where I wanted to be!
No pressure from the family. They knew exactly what I was feeling. Best of all, my wife backed me 100% (even knowing that our income was going to drop and my student loans were going to increase).