Questions sting at high school reunions: Are you just a GP? Did you specialize, or are you just a general internist?
It is part of the generalist curse. General surgeons sometimes feel the curse too.
In this case, size matters. Big hospital: generalists grovel. Small hospital: generalists rule.
Generalists grovel out of need, not desire. They grovel to get the scraps left after hospitals fund, build, and promote fancy programs.
Fancy programs fill hospital flyers and decorate fundraising events. Donors want to donate to shiny machines that whir and beep. Clinical care that only requires a brain and a bed does not raise funds.
Generalist Curse
Generalists exist in a space between ‘the miracle of medicine’ and the yuck of medicine. We do things no one else wants to know about. We disimpact octogenarian bowels and lance hemorrhoids. Specialists reattach limbs and transplant people’s faces.
Banality is bad. The generalist’s sense of impostor syndrome mixed with a fear of incompetence is worse. Generalists know they know less about everything than some other doctor.
We might not know the ‘other doctor’, but we know she exists. Generalists are doomed to offer patients a bit less than the hemorrhoid sub-specialist, assuming hemorrhoids are at hand. Continue reading “The Generalist Curse”

