It was 4am one night on my surgery rotation, and I was in the ED helping suture up a shoulder laceration a patient had suffered after being stabbed.
“Be careful with that needle,” my resident said. “Have you ever been stuck before?”
“No, I actually haven’t.” I replied.
“Well, it will happen.” he said. “And it sucks.”
Just a few days later, I was standing in the OR minding my own business, as my resident was beginning to close after a successful operation. As a watched, I felt a small prick in my foot, which I initially shrugged off. Then I heard a gasp from the OR nurse, causing me to look down. While she was trying to clear off the operating field, she had inadvertently brushed off a used scalpel, which had fallen straight through my shoe and into the skin of my foot.
Shortly afterwards I landed back in the same ED, but now as a patient. I sat there as the doctors ran blood tests to make sure I was in the clear, as well on the surgical patient to make sure he didn’t have anything contagious. Luckily, everything came back negative, and I left several hours later tired and hungry, but alive.
I’m ok. But I got jinxed.