I'm drinking a beer in my underwear and making mac and cheese
Good god. And I used to be civilized. I got home from lab at 9:30, so this is dinner.
I didn't have to take that long. But I wanted the darkroom to myself so that I don't get distracted and mess up my blot.
And I did them one at a time so as not to mess them up, took several exposures of each. It's pretty hard to get it just right.
I barely noticed everyone trickle home. I barely noticed the custodians. In fact, my only thought about how late it was getting was one panicked moment when I looked up from meticulously recording every last thing in my notebook, couldn't remember how long it had been since sundown, and thought, oh shit, what if I've missed my ten o'clock call from Rodrigo.
I went to shoot the mice with cocaine this afternoon and just couldn't get it right. I hit one little guy's liver, poor thing, it squeeeeked in protest. After that I switched to saline injections on the practice mice and still kept fucking up. I wanted so bad to keep trying but I felt it was too cruel, so I stopped. Poor things.
See, if one of them gets freaked out they all freak out because of stress pheromones/hormones, something. If you put a freaked out mouse back in the cage you've got about 2 seconds before they all start freaking out. Its pretty weird.
I did get one mouse with cocaine, and good god. It started going nuts. Wow.
The cruelest hand in research is the inexperienced one. Cages 1 and 2 had a very, very, very bad day today because of me. I think of the little guy with the injury I caused. I hope he is not in pain. His littermate sure isn't!
Kalisa
I didn't have to take that long. But I wanted the darkroom to myself so that I don't get distracted and mess up my blot.
And I did them one at a time so as not to mess them up, took several exposures of each. It's pretty hard to get it just right.
I barely noticed everyone trickle home. I barely noticed the custodians. In fact, my only thought about how late it was getting was one panicked moment when I looked up from meticulously recording every last thing in my notebook, couldn't remember how long it had been since sundown, and thought, oh shit, what if I've missed my ten o'clock call from Rodrigo.
I went to shoot the mice with cocaine this afternoon and just couldn't get it right. I hit one little guy's liver, poor thing, it squeeeeked in protest. After that I switched to saline injections on the practice mice and still kept fucking up. I wanted so bad to keep trying but I felt it was too cruel, so I stopped. Poor things.
See, if one of them gets freaked out they all freak out because of stress pheromones/hormones, something. If you put a freaked out mouse back in the cage you've got about 2 seconds before they all start freaking out. Its pretty weird.
I did get one mouse with cocaine, and good god. It started going nuts. Wow.
The cruelest hand in research is the inexperienced one. Cages 1 and 2 had a very, very, very bad day today because of me. I think of the little guy with the injury I caused. I hope he is not in pain. His littermate sure isn't!
Kalisa