I got to work this morning when the intern handed me something.
It was a nice, black stethoscope - with my name on it. This is the stethoscope I lost sometime during intern year, the one that was given to me by my medical school. I looked for it for weeks, and finally was just resigned to the fact that someone must have taken it from wherever I left it. (Because I knew that I had definitely left it somewhere unusual.) I reluctantly ordered a new one, but one that wasn't nearly as nice since I had to pay for this one myself.
I guess it showed up yesterday in sports medicine clinic...two years after being lost. It felt like it had been raised from the dead.
So now, thankfully, I have TWO stethoscopes....
Which is good for me in case I ever misplace one again.