Aug 09, 2005 06:52
People call me. Lots of people.
In my line of work, you get to talk to all kinds, from every profession and from every walk of life. One day, I got a call from one of my regulars, returning to the fold. She works in the MIcro Path Lab at the U of Conn. Occasionally, I find myself talking shop with her, rather surprising myself that I can still fling that drivel like I was one of 'em. The particular topic in question was about how I'd love to get a few hours on the PCR (Polymerase Chain Reaction) machine at MOWO so I can amplify the DNA of the girls with mouth swabs to tell if they're identical twins (or even Polar Identical Twins) on my own, saving $300. I just pick a gene (The above mentioned person will hook me up with the info I need about which gene I need to test, as her buddy works in a paternity lab), and test it. I can make some beautiful karyotypes (suitable for framing) and we'll know once and for all.
Besides, I know how to run and use the equipment, and it'll be fun (like making Christmas cookies) - I can even type our blood while I'm there!!!
Anyway, it makes me wonder (for up to 10 minutes at a time) if the grass really is greener on the other side of the fence, and what my life would've been like had I went down that path. When I talk to folks like the above, I wonder exactly why it is that I'm not doing genetic research, and about all the circumstances that led me to where I am.
Mid-life crisis moment?
~Jason