Guess who's back?- the Disasteress

After much thought and some free time- free time- I know who would have thought the day would come; I've decided to head blogging up again. Those of you who have tried to follow my life since I disappeared into the southern capital of country music and crystal meth (TN), should be happy to know that not much at all has happened to me. Here's the catchup: crazy old boss tries to kick me out of med school --> I win against her (should have jet from that lab but decide to stay)--> two years of med school forgotten after a month in grad school --> join kungfu school --> crazy old boss freaks out even more --> I freak out, move lab -->

I am happy to report that after a year and a half of the "new" lab, I've comfortably established myself as a disaster waiting to happen. In fact, I am in the run for the lofty prize given for catching just about everything on fire - or killing myself. My only competition for this prize is the amazing-feat-of-chaos tech who, at least in my opinion, has years of disaster experience before me and is way more advanced in almost burning the lab down. Although, I've just upped the anti and became the first person in lab who had to use the old-ass eye flush station. Fortunate this incident (which happened yesterday) did not end in my blindness due to methanol poisoning, infection from the antediluvian eye flush station, or that abrasive suction cup attached to a tube that they stuck in my eye in Occupational Health to flush my eye out even more.

I leave you with creepy contraptions I had to experience yesterday in order to save my left eye (as it turned out - splashing methanol in the eye does not really do all the terrible things that methanol is suppose to do to you , it really just feels like a fire in your eye and minor irritation after flushing):


Yup, this shit was in my eye. More to come on the mostly unexciting but slightly bat-shit-crazy things that happen in my life - also affectionately known as lab.