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Sep. 7th, 2005 02:10 pmI've yammered enough with some of you guys about Katrina, so I won't do any more of that here.
In the world of me and the mundane, there's not much going on. Work is going really well. I'm busy all the time and I feel confident enough that the inevitable failures of molecular biology aren't putting me into a panic. Things will get interesting around here, when two more guys join the lab. Other than the occasional presence of our undergrad and tech, I'm going to be the only woman in the lab. Once the year is out and Thing1 has left, I'll be the only woman on this side of the 5th floor.
I'm not worried, since I've always been able to hold my own with the guys, but it will be odd. EB knows that his crude talk hasn't offended me yet; he knows my threshold for offense is set pretty high. Our advisor, TY, is not so sure. This morning, he called me into his office to tell me that he didn't want me to feel I was in the middle of a boys' club. That I needn't feel shy or left out when he talks with the other guys about work.
I assured him that, once I know what the hell is going on with the lab's research, I'll feel no compunction about jumping in. I also told him that I usually get along better with guys than with gals. I think that reassured him.
At any rate, it's better than my situation with Thing1.
The migraines are still a problem, and I'm sure they're being compounded by insomnia. All of it combined makes for the frustration and anxiety and the inevitable Will It Ever End? desperation. One more preventative has fallen into the "Doesn't work" category - atenolol. I haven't liked beta-blockers in the past, because they slow me down, screw with my sleep, and generally make me a dizzy slug which, surprisingly, is no fun. It's onto another class of drugs now, the SSRIs. Yay, antidepressants. Hmph.
Doc R. says people who take it for depression sometimes get no relief from the depression, but do get relief from their migraines. Let's hope. I'm afraid to look up the side effects, because I don't want to give my body any ideas. I am the reigning queen of side effects, after all. The best hope for me is that my neurologist assures me that she hasn't given up. That she's nowhere near giving up. We're going into the more obscure migraine treatment territories, but she assures me that she won't use me as a guinea pig for anything untried or untested.
Thank goodness! I told her that I'll only give up when she does.
My neuro is so wonderful.
Everything else is about the same. Jeff's slowly making headway at his job, in the face of obstacles at every turn. We hope they'll give him his own store by the end of the year, at least.
We still hate our ghetto neighborhood, and I'm so fed up with the train conductors and their dad-blamed horn-tooting in the middle of the night, that I'm quite nearly homicidal about it. Last Saturday was UIowa's opening game against Ball State, so we were flooded with UIowa fans (who are already rather obnoxious, by definition) and we were treated to the damned horn-tooting train as it ferried fans from the parking lot, past our house, to the stadium. Every half hour. Starting at 7 am. The last one went by at about 4 in the afternoon, and was swiftly followed by the usual, horn-tooting commercial train traffic.
I willingly and readily admit that perhaps I am too sensitive to it, but knowing that fact makes me no less annoyed by it. Especially when it happens at the ass crack of a Saturday morning, or at 2am on a weekday. I so hate it here.
*sigh*
ps. Lori, I'm really enjoying The Monk!
In the world of me and the mundane, there's not much going on. Work is going really well. I'm busy all the time and I feel confident enough that the inevitable failures of molecular biology aren't putting me into a panic. Things will get interesting around here, when two more guys join the lab. Other than the occasional presence of our undergrad and tech, I'm going to be the only woman in the lab. Once the year is out and Thing1 has left, I'll be the only woman on this side of the 5th floor.
I'm not worried, since I've always been able to hold my own with the guys, but it will be odd. EB knows that his crude talk hasn't offended me yet; he knows my threshold for offense is set pretty high. Our advisor, TY, is not so sure. This morning, he called me into his office to tell me that he didn't want me to feel I was in the middle of a boys' club. That I needn't feel shy or left out when he talks with the other guys about work.
I assured him that, once I know what the hell is going on with the lab's research, I'll feel no compunction about jumping in. I also told him that I usually get along better with guys than with gals. I think that reassured him.
At any rate, it's better than my situation with Thing1.
The migraines are still a problem, and I'm sure they're being compounded by insomnia. All of it combined makes for the frustration and anxiety and the inevitable Will It Ever End? desperation. One more preventative has fallen into the "Doesn't work" category - atenolol. I haven't liked beta-blockers in the past, because they slow me down, screw with my sleep, and generally make me a dizzy slug which, surprisingly, is no fun. It's onto another class of drugs now, the SSRIs. Yay, antidepressants. Hmph.
Doc R. says people who take it for depression sometimes get no relief from the depression, but do get relief from their migraines. Let's hope. I'm afraid to look up the side effects, because I don't want to give my body any ideas. I am the reigning queen of side effects, after all. The best hope for me is that my neurologist assures me that she hasn't given up. That she's nowhere near giving up. We're going into the more obscure migraine treatment territories, but she assures me that she won't use me as a guinea pig for anything untried or untested.
Thank goodness! I told her that I'll only give up when she does.
My neuro is so wonderful.
Everything else is about the same. Jeff's slowly making headway at his job, in the face of obstacles at every turn. We hope they'll give him his own store by the end of the year, at least.
We still hate our ghetto neighborhood, and I'm so fed up with the train conductors and their dad-blamed horn-tooting in the middle of the night, that I'm quite nearly homicidal about it. Last Saturday was UIowa's opening game against Ball State, so we were flooded with UIowa fans (who are already rather obnoxious, by definition) and we were treated to the damned horn-tooting train as it ferried fans from the parking lot, past our house, to the stadium. Every half hour. Starting at 7 am. The last one went by at about 4 in the afternoon, and was swiftly followed by the usual, horn-tooting commercial train traffic.
I willingly and readily admit that perhaps I am too sensitive to it, but knowing that fact makes me no less annoyed by it. Especially when it happens at the ass crack of a Saturday morning, or at 2am on a weekday. I so hate it here.
*sigh*
ps. Lori, I'm really enjoying The Monk!
