Thursday, March 31, 2005

Stuck in the womb

I don't think anyone could come close to guessing how long it took me to write this first blog. If I had been given the option of staying in my mother's womb, I would never have left. I would not still be there because I made the decision to stay; I would have instead spent my entire life debating and worrying about which decision was the right one, never giving myself the opportunity to actually make a choice. I spend a lot of my life worrying about things not being correct and/or perfect. I truly wish that it was a butterfly family in my stomach instead of this bullet ant militia. I have nothing thought provoking to talk about--I barely watch the news let alone attempt to comment on politics, religion, or kids these days. Regardless, I need to do something, and, thus, this is my choice.

I am a neuroscience doctoral student, preparing to write and defend my thesis sometime within the next year, and I need to start a blog for more reasons than I have the energy to list. I need to practice writing since my success or, more likely, the degree of my failure will depend upon my writing ability. I need some sense of community before I turn into the black-charred mess one finds on their broiler pan (by the way, it does not "cook off" as my father insists). I need to get over my fear of ridicule and failure, although I'm not sure how I came to reason that this would help. More than anything, however, I need to clear my head and organize my feelings and thoughts, and I'd prefer to do this without swallowing a pill or financing the tobacco industry...I can't even finance myself. I think that, more than anything, I just need a venue for communicating that which spews from the geyser called my brain. Let's face it, when I'm all dressed up, looking pretty and trying (for my husband's sake) to seem normal in the real world, no one wants to hear about my day. Wives who drive Volvos and who have had more than one manicure in their life do not want me to tell them about the rodent pellets found stuck on my DNA-dye-stained jeans. Although shows like CSI have tried to make it cool to be a hot-young- female scientist, we all know that few people truly want to listen to our ramblings. At least this way, I can't see your odd expressions as I talk about things only a social moron would bring up.

On that note: For those of you interested in Alzheimer's Disease, Nature Neuroscience recently published an interesting paper by Takaomi Saido and colleagues on non-invasive imaging of amyloid plaques (abnormal globs of protein found in Alzheimer's patients' brains). This method was used in mice, but, if it could be applied to people, we would come much closer to a definitive diagnosis for Alzheimer's without having to wait for a post mortem autopsy.