Shrapnel flew up through his leg and chipped his femur, slid past his kidney, and came to rest close to his spine. It didn't cut through anything vital. Sometimes inflammation takes a few days to fuck you up after you've injured your back, so it's very good that he can still feel his legs. He was flown back to the US today. The surgeons are hesitant to go shrapnel fishing just yet, because it's very close to the spinal cord.
Aug. 14th, 2003
I think I blew my Tubulin PCR. Looks like instead of using an internal standard, I grabbed a tube of the actual protein (a positive control, I assume) by mistake [Correction: That's cDNA, not protein. See comments.]. My gel has a pretty series of even bands all the way across. Just one band per lane, though, and of the exact size as the ones in the "Internal Standard Only" lanes. Crap. Where the Henley is the Tubulin internal standard, then? I looked everywhere.
Man, one crappy experiment can wreck your day.
I'm running an SR4 gel now. I don't think I can screw this one up.
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I didn't know Po Bronson is such a hot shot. I guess I should come out from under my rock once in a while. This guy makes me feel like I've gone wide of whatever I should really be doing with myself. Graphic design? Acting? Writing? Queensland Lungfish breeding? I hope to learn someday, preferably soon. I mean, not that it took this book for me to realize I'm off on some kind of tangent, but some things look more obvious when they're printed in front of your face.