I had hopes of getting a new, medical-related post written in time for Medical Mondays yesterday...but it just didn't happen.
It's crunch time for me when it comes to dissertation writing. I turned in a semi-final draft of everything except my last section to my boss yesterday for her to look over and make final corrections. Now I "just" have the last, dreaded section to write. The Discussion section. Aka the "what does it all mean?" section. As if it wasn't hard enough to actually DO the experiments, you mean now I have to explain what it means?? Shit if I know. Yay science!
I set a date for my dissertation defense- April 5th. Every day until that day is going to be a nervous march towards what I fear will be the most anxiety-ridden day of my life. Just this past Saturday, we had our yearly Neuroscience retreat where every student gives a quick 10 min talk about their latest research. I guess it's sort of a show-off day, and Tulane uses it as a recruitment tool for prospective PhD applicants. I was literally shaking for the hours leading up to my turn to talk. I can only imagine my defense will be a hundred times worse since I will actually have to "defend" why I did certain things and have mastered knowledge of every research publication that remotely pertains to my experiments. It's times like this I wish Jeff wouldn't be such a stick in the mud and would prescribe me some damn Xanax.
Speaking of Jeff, the past couple of weeks have seemed pretty rough for him as well. He's just come off of two weekends straight of being on call. It's been like two ships passing in the night at our house.
I'll leave you with a picture from several weeks ago when me, Jeff, and my Dad went and got some raw oysters at one of John Besh's restaurants here in Nola. I finally tried my first raw oyster after spending my entire life watching my Dad slurp down dozens of them every oyster season. Not bad, but I don't think I'll be getting my own tray anytime soon ;)