distraction

Life's been kinda lame lately. I'll go to my safe place:

( buick_project )

the Doctor

The medical fellows in this lab can be a little absent-minded sometimes. I like to think that their attention is focused on the clinical side of things, and that they just space out in the lab or something. Otherwise, I'd never go to the doctor.

Medical Fellow: I have to make Paraformaldehyde.
Me: We have Formaldehyde already made up. Paraformaldehyde is about the same thing. Dimers form in solution, or something like that. It's just a dimer of Formaldehyde, I think.
Fellow: The directions say to make it up fresh.
Me: Shouldn't make a difference for this, but you can make a 4% solution easily. 4 grams per 100 milliliters. Make sure you do this in the fume hood.
Fellow: Okay.

five minutes later

(A beaker with Paraformaldehyde sits atop a magnetic stirrer on the benchtop.)

Fellow:: This isn't dissolving.
Me:: You shouldn't be making that there. Carcinogen. Use the fume hood.
Fellow: Oh.

five minutes later

Fellow: It says to keep this at 15 to 25 degrees Centigrade. Where can I put this at 15 to 25 degrees Centigrade?
Me: That's room temperature.

good

Life is less lame today. sadira is out of the hospital. Figured I'd wait til she mentioned her adventure before I did -- respectin' her privacy, and all.