This morning in the OR, I was debriding a gangrenous hand when all of a sudden I felt a little pop on my surgical mask . . . right on the bridge of my nose . . . where the thin metal strip bends down to help keep the mask in place.
Having never before experienced a 'pop on my surgical mask', I assumed something had been twisted, I moved funny, and the little metal strip snapped into place, and I thought nothing more of it.
That is, until . . .
As I stared intently at the dead tissue on my patient's hand, I noticed a faint line wiggle in that blurry space in the field of vision between my eyes. 'That was weird' I thought to myself.
Microseconds later, another wiggle.
I converged my eyes as far as they would go and saw a tiny head with thousands of eyes and two antlers staring back at me from the bridge of my mask-covered nose.
Trying not alert Soho or my patient . . . while simultaneously trying to convince myself not to run shrieking through the room as if my hair had caught on fire . . . I slowly lifted the non-pinchy-end of the tweezers towards my face, poking the squatter in his nether-regions.
With one great leap he was on the floor, and with another, he disappeared into thin air.
So, after the match-box-car-sized cockroach in my boot, the scorpion sting, the spiders-that-can-turn-you-to-stone and a wound full of maggots . . . now a grasshopper lands squarely on my nose mid-debridement?!?!? I'm taking the trophy home for best bug stories. Go ahead . . . try to top them! I dare you!