Such is Life

I find it interesting that I have no desire what-so-ever to go on long afternoon runs when I am fully able to do so. Now that the weather is perfect (just beginning to have mild morning frosts, cool if not chilly evenings and cloudless sunny days with nice breezes= perfect) I am DYING to go for a run... but the most I can manage is a somewhat painful, though thankfully crutchless (only due to my insubordination of any and all medical advice regarding those medieval torture devices) hobble down the hill to classes and back up innumerable stairs to my room.

This blows. I wake up, I do work, I go to class, I do labs/work/research, I pick plant specimens, I go to practice (where I watch, give advice and silently yearn to put my rugby boots back on), I go to work, I come home, do more homework, and then ice my knee and go to sleep. I'm always on it, and I tried to run the other day only to wake up this morning feeling like I was 3-days post injury again. I'd rather have a concussion, missing teeth, a broken nose AND a sprained back than a fucked up knee. And, oh, did I mention my MRI is not until October 4th thanks to the wonders of insufficient medical insurance.

On the bright side, my research on the neurofibrillary pathology and other neuritic dystrophies involved in the pathogenesis of Alzheimer's is coming along quite nicely. All of the recent stuff is showing a marked trend towards linking clinical symptoms with the microtubule associated protein TAU, rather than the traditional correlation involving beta-amyloid plaques. It mostly supports what my original goal was; prove that the old theory is wrrroooonnng. Now I need to find assays on a related disease model in animals.

On an unrelated note, my TB PPD skin test came back positive. I cursed, the nurse laughed, I cursed again, and then I scheduled a chest x-ray for the same day as my MRI. I will be exposed to magnets (well, one BIG magnet), and some ionizing radiation all in the same day. Maybe THEN I can convince someone to give me some Vicodin too, because no, this does not tickle, and motrin sucks.

.....c'est la vie!