grad school priorities #6

What I should be doing:

Absolutely not a damn thing.  Hiking, maybe?  Cleaning my house?... the sky is the limit!

What I'm actually doing:

Freaking out because I'm not in lab or studying.

grad school priorities #5

What I should be doing:

Studying for the midterm that may decide whether or not I get put on academic probation.

What I'm doing instead:

Way too many surgeries and perfusions.  All week long.  Thanks to my PI for that last-minute timeline change. 

tremendous pain and throughput reunited

Last night, I was paid a visit from my dear old friend, Tremendous Pain.  TP -- stoked to see me -- insisted on re-hashing everything we had ever done together (ALL the old times).

As luck would have it, my oxy had not expired.   Neither had the Promethazine I was out like a light by 8pm.  Until 3am, when the roaring from my tummeh all but woke H.K. from his own deep slumber.  The next two hours were spent crumpled intermittently on the floor of the bathroom.  TP had revitalized his old buddy Throughput, and together they had a splendid time bringing me to my knees.  Fortunately, as soon as the battle quelled I had an hour left to rehabilitate in bed.

Somewhat less fortunately, I had a 3 hr class to teach this morning.  Yeah.   TP was ready to call it a night, but Throughput was still eager to party.  And Promethazine?  That bitch just does not metabolize.  So this morning, I lectured and taught a 3 hr lab to a group of unsuspecting undergrads as a Throughput Zombie.

What is the point to all this complaining, you ask?  To prove that I am a bad ass mother, and that TP, Throughput and Promethazine be damned, my students will learn neuropharmacology today.  In all honesty, I have no idea how I made it through without a vasovagal event.  The only thing I want in the entire world right now is to sleep it off.  But Raga has a presentation tomorrow morning...

carrots

After 13 years of not being able to eat raw carrots without inflaming my lips and throat to the point of speaking like a dying frog for six hours,  I can eat raw carrots again.  Not without a hummus or tea chaperone, mind you, but made no less random or extraordinary by that.

It is very important to note here that before Crohn's, carrots were my most favorite food.  Cheese weighing in at a close second.

This.  Is.  Baller.

grad school priorities #4

What I should be doing:

Refining my lecture on scientific writing for tomorrow morning.

What I am doing instead:

Drinking wine and eating sushi, because the Week 1 of 5 Weeks of Hell will not give me a break even in my dreams.  Also because I rocked the pants off of my departmental presentation today.