The ethics of a blood test after a needlestick injury
It was late on a Friday afternoon in November. I was a 21 year-old medical student diligently waiting for an opportunity to practice some medical procedures when a patient was admitted who was happy for a student to “have a go” at taking blood. Cue a bit of anxious excitement (clinical medicine was still new to me) before some inner steeling and a formal consent process. Then, in went the …