Making Life Difficult

So, normally I'm not one to talk about my personal life on the blog, but I'm kinda bored in the lab today, so I thought I'd share this gem from yesterday (although I'm a bi surprised that my comment yesterday drew no questions).

Yesterday, one of the older students asked me to make some LB broth. All I had to do was add powder and water in a flask. That's it! It should have taken 10 minutes (5 of which would have been scrounging around, trying to find materials like a bloodhound with a stuffy nose . . . I hate being the new guy). Unfortunately, no, because I am capable of making even the simplest of tasks complicated and dangerous.

Case in point: In attempting to bring the flask back to the benchtop, it slipped from my hands. I tried to catch it, but it hit the counter before I could catch it, so instead I only caught a handful of broken glass. Oops.

I only had one small cut, but it was on the webbing between my fingers. While everyone else was out of the room, trying to figure out whether I should go to the hospital or health services, I nearly passed out (no idea why). I fell completely on all fours, but I did manage to force myself up and into a chair in the next room to regain my composure.

Anyhow, the next hour after that resulted in a trip to the emergency room and 2 stitches. Yeesh. If the cut had been anywhere else, I'd have just slapped a band-aid on it and forgotten the whole thing.

In any event, I now sit here, tons of time to kill in the lab, desperately desiring to blog, but slightly hindered as my pinky and ring fingers on the left hand are bound together, mainly to limit the pain movement causes.

So . . . I'll be blogging. But no comments about spelling errors, okay?