Twenty years out, hospital medicine still feels like a figurative case of Moore’s law. I cannot keep up with the strange faces at annual meetings and membership size, the throng of published articles (I used to pride myself on knowing all the hospitalist studies – no longer), and the lengthy list of initiatives and Society of Hospital Medicine resources on hand.
Without question, SHM has been the most rewarding part of my professional life. Hospital medicine mates sustain and keep me in good stead and have done so since training. Their insights teach me more than journals or any day on the job could impart and have given me a learning windfall for the cost of a song.
I initiated my hospitalist path as a 20-something tenderfoot, but from my interactions with colleagues both liberal and conservative, urban and rural, corporate and academic, and specialist and generalist, I developed into a seasoned craftsman.
Countless times I strode into an SHM activity thinking one way, and through the intellect and conviction of my peers, I got smart. Working in the same setting for most of my career, unchallenged, I could have assimilated a sclerotic worldview, but my hospital medicine colleagues would have none of that – kudos and thanks to them for it.