I’m not really worried I have hepatitis. The intern was wielding the scalpel on a rather large abscess on a known patient of mine. I was upset by his aggressive carelessness more than the actual puncture or any potential exposure. The patient herself is at very low risk for any blood transmissible diseases and gladly let us test her. She even apologized to me several times for having to get bloodwork myself, although of course this is after I doped her up with percocet and promised her that I would never let the bad bad man hurt her again. So, it’s all good. It’s the same way every year, the first months a constant struggle of helping the young, terrified interns find their confidence, and the older, overly confident interns find their humility. It’s just most years I don’t get cut.

Anyway, how can I think about my injuries when the All Star Game is in Pittsburgh this year? It’s like Disneyland showed up and parked itself downtown! It's like a baseball fan's dream come true around here. I’m a flutter, and full of plans to trade in on my mother with babe in arms persona to sneak past security and have deeply meaningful conversations with David Ortiz or Jon Pabelbon. It could happen.