Needlestick

Tonight I got one of the built-in hazards of medicine: a needlestick injury with a ‘dirty’ needle.

I was going to, well, touch-up the anesthesia on a digital block that wasn’t quite right, and as I picked up the syringe I got distracted.  The next thing I knew a 27 gauge needle went right into a finger.  My finger.  My ungloved finger.

The first thought that flew into my mind: "Crap!  I’m better than that."   Really, I was terrifically disappointed in myself, and angry I’d made the rookie mistake of not watching the needle in my hand.  I handle needles for a living, and they never get me, they get the patient, as intended.  That’s how it’s Supposed To Be. 

My next thought was "This is the last needlestick of the rest of your life".  I mentally reviewed the very very brief medical history I had taken of this patient, and decided more social history was in order.  After a polite explanation I addressed some of the deficiencies: "Any drugs?", I inquired.  "What kind of drugs?", replied my suddenly  less-than-satisfying patient.  "IV drugs" said I.  "Oh, no, no IV drugs."  The sexual history was mercifully brief and reassuring, and no transfusions, etc.  Never had hepatitis, no other problems.  Good.

As the patient had seen me stab myself (then mildly curse, appear peeved, and ask a lot of pointed questions), he knew what was up and was quite gracious about consenting for testing.  Blood was drawn, and then I fixed his problem.  I had to get back on the horse, and despite the melodrama preceeding I realized my risk was small.

His rapid HIV was negative, which I expected but wanted to see anyway.  Of the other two major concerns, my hep B is covered (I’ve had the series, a booster, and am a responder) and I can’t do anything about hep C anyway, so I choose not to sweat that.  I’ll check up on those, though, out of curiosity in a day or two.

Mortality sucks.  Mortality through stupidity would be unforgivable, for me, and I resolve to not make any more stupid mistakes.

Right.