I was hanging out with Alex on the roof of my place in Boston yesterday, and the massive difference between the view here and in VH really struck me. There – nothing in the distance except trees, water, and maybe a boat. Here – large buildings, cars and many, many people.
Well, I have been back from VH for three days and I’ve yet to go to lab even though that has been my only goal. I’m struggling to be excited about restarting the daily worry and self-doubt that comes with trying to piece together a thesis project. All I really have to do is sit down and write, but it’s tough even doing that. The questions I have to answer are: 1) Is conductin a good readout of the canonical Wnt signaling pathway and 2) Do in situ results from the literature match immunostaining results that I’ve done? I totally understand that these questions are not what you want to be reading about, likewise I don’t want to write or think about them. I know that when I do finally get going, it’ll seem interesting again and it won’t be an issue. For now though, it is not easy.
Dialysis yesterday was decent. My buddy Alex was here and Don was helping me with the treatment. I fell asleep watching Twelve Monkeys, what a screwed up movie. I couldn’t get the machine up to full speed because of high access pressure, which was very frustrating. Usually it falls over the course of the treatment, allowing me to slowly inch up the speed to 500 ml/min, but that never happened. It hovered between 235 and 245 the whole time and I maxed at 480 ml/min. 4% of the speed is certainly not a huge deal, but it’s a difference of 5 more minutes on the machine, and that’s no good. Alex’s presence was nice, even though I slept for and hour while he was here. I remember originally bitching that it sucked I couldn’t operate the machine alone, but I know now that it would be a very lonely time spending dialysis hours with no company whatsoever.
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