I will try not to generalize here. I'll just repeat what The Hunk has to say about it.
The Hunk hates hospitals. And doctors. And medicine. Yes, we are happily married. And yes, he still hates hospitals, and doctors, and medicine.
He also hates...
-relinquishing control to another
-being talked down to / the arrogance of others
-not knowing enough about what's wrong
-not knowing what might happen
Fair enough. We all do.
But when those things come into play one way or another, somehow all that dislike of all those things gets channeled into doctor-hatred.
Will our human frailty every be forgivable? Ever?
Sometimes I'm convinced people think we have no feelings at all. When I told someone once that a resident I knew was in the lounge weeping over the suffering endured by a patient and family, because of the patient's injuries at the hands of another, the reaction I got was one of incredulous surprise. We feel just as bad when people get hurt because of something we've done or failed to do. I truly believe the majority of us carry those mistakes or failings with us. We feel terrible about them. We feel deeply sorry for increasing the pain of others where we were supposed to decrease suffering. We practice better medicine because of what we learn, take BETTER care of our patients, and teach the students under our tutelage to learn from our experiences as well as their own. I think the worst kind of physician is one whose arrogance is cultivated, preserved, or increased by the fact (or perception) of never having done wrong or the feeling that s/he has never failed.