Next week I begin a large series of experiments, on which my Honours thesis hinges, swaying gently in the breeze. If I'm not careful, i'll cut myself on the screen door like Cletus.
There are essentially three steps:
1) grow some neurons
2) take some of them and
a) visualise the location of several different proteins using fluorescent antibodies
b) examine their morphology using other fluorescent antibodies
3) take the rest and meaure the amount of certain proteins
If I could perform these steps sequentially I'd be living the life of Riley. Nary a worry in the world, but so slow that my scientific competitors would rise above me. So I must do 2 and 3 at the same time, and therein lies my fear. Still, that's what molecular biology is made of. Is it any wonder women do well here, with their notorious ability to multitask, while men flounder and bream? This is just a stereotype to make me feel better, but I'm sticking with it 'til the sun don't shine for three months.
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