LOL.

"Sometimes things go right and fairytales come true. Sometimes our dreams become reality, and sometimes we are given more than we had ever wished for. 

Sometimes such things happen."

~

Sometimes things go wrong so that something else can go right. And the thing that went wrong - it was worth it, for all of the things that happened afterwards.


Sometimes, all you can do is LOL. 


I had an almost 20-hour day yesterday. I stayed back at uni to work on my thesis, and finally crashed at about 3 am. I was asleep by 4 am, with the intention of getting up at 6 am in order to get to Peter Mac in time for my 10 am microscope session (our SP5's 405 laser is being fixed overseas). Of course none of this worked. I woke up in a panic at 9: 09 am, and realised it was light outside. The paternal drove me to the city (after a detour to uni, where I had to pick up the tissue sections and the 40x lens). I tried emailing the lady to let her know I'd be late, but nothing seemed to be working. It was raining, and we were stuck in traffic. Turned out I was about 20, 25 minutes late. The lady who was supposed to help me set up had just gone into a seminar, and wouldn't be back for a few hours, by which time my session would be over. I had to run around to find a payphone to call the paternal to come back and pick me up. He wasn't impressed. 


I'm really lucky I was thoroughly exhausted and slightly delirious from the lack of sleep, otherwise I would have been in full-on panic mode. I could feel my heart trying to beat faster and have a panic attack, but I was way too tired. Breaking the news to my supervisor was the biggest worry, at this point. Turns out I didn't need to, because the other guy had already done it for me (at least, I think it was him - he was the only other person I'd gotten around to telling). The thing with my supervisor is that he will never snap outwardly, or show his anger. It lulls you into a false sense of security. But I know he wasn't impressed - but at least he didn't make me cry! 


LOL. Really, that's all you can do at the end of all of that.


Of course I emailed the Peter Mac people, apologising profusely. The supervisor sent one too. They were really nice about the whole thing, luckily. 


So now I don't have any images to count, and therefore no data. I disappointed not just my supervisor, but my self. I used to be an hour early everywhere I went, I don't know what happened. I caused a whole lot of hassle for the paternal, as well as the people at Peter Mac kind enough to help me out.


But like I said, sometimes one thing doesn't work out so that something else will. If I had made it to the microscope session, I wouldn't have been back in time for today's departmental seminar, to which I was really looking forward. I really enjoyed the talk, and I find the subject of Fragile X syndrome absolutely fascinating, not least because I'm now worried I might have a permutation (I have a symptom - the anxiety issues). Of course I know I don't actually have it. I don't have the family history, and given that it's X-linked and how common it is, something should have come up. But still. It's fascinating. 


I also got to go home and sleep at about 2 pm. I saw my family - usually they are asleep when I leave in the morning, and asleep again when I come back in the early hours of the night. 


Plus I got to have a lunch that did not consist of 2-minute noodles. And it was great.


Peace and love,


S.