I loved OB/GYN while I was doing it, but after the fact, realized that I had completely given up my life. I hadn't folded my laundry in 6 weeks†, hadn't spent time with my family or friends, made my bed, etc. Which brings me to my story...
Obstetrics & Gynecology
Physicians often ask to be called in when a woman is dilated to 8 centimeters (delivery occurs at 10cm) so they can be present for the birth. Women who've had multiple births often deliver within minutes - or seconds - after hitting 8 though, so usually it's a moot point.
One night in particular I vividly remember calling a doctor about his patient at 3:15 AM, only to have her deliver 2 minutes later. I called him back, because I knew he lived half an hour away. He decided he may as well still come... just to shake her hand. He showed up at 4AM and drove back home a short time after. I'm sure he went to work at 7 as well, because he was a hospital doc.
I've told this story to a few classmates and a few non-meddies. Most people think it's an awesome, touching story. "What dedication!", they cry. "How he must care for his patients!" Personally, I just try to imagine what his wife and kids think. I don't know about everyone else out there, but I refuse to destroy my personal life. Maybe I'm too selfish... your thoughts?