Favor to ask: Mark your calendars and make sure you watch
@noc_film
on
@PrimeVideo
5/28. I ESPECIALLY encourage you to do so if you aren’t connected with the neurodegenerative disease community.
I’ve seen it 3 or 4 times now and each time I cry more and get more fired up.
Does applying a warm puppy to tense muscles count the same as applying moist heat? Asking for myself. She nestled in there and stayed for at least an hour.
Nearly 3am. Can’t sleep, have a pit in my stomach and my tear ducts are working overtime.
April 5th is a day I dread every year and quite frankly wish I could wipe off the calendar. 🧵
Tweeps who suffer from restless legs at night: have you found anything that helps?
I’ve noticed it happening more often over the last year and when it does, it drives me batshit crazy. HELP
Me tryin to sleep like:
I’ve been sitting on some news for a few months and can now finally share:
I’ve accepted a position on extramural side of NIH as a Health Program Specialist at the Neurobiology of Aging and Neurodegeneration Branch, Division of Neuroscience (NIA) starting at the end of January.
While some may think this is trite, I mean this wholeheartedly:
Hug your people. Be present when you’re with them. Tell them you love them. Go overboard and insist they let you know when they get home safe. Pay the fuck attention while you’re driving-the notification can wait.
Official last day as a postdoc ✅
Saved the tears until I got to my car 😭
Luckily I get to come back once per week until the end of April to tie up some loose ends, but it’s going to be so weird not walking in to Building 35 on Monday morning.
Real talk, behind the snark:
Some days…you just need a hug.
Today’s one of those days. I feel like I’m drowning with no shore in sight and not a chance in hell of catching my breath.
The only thing that gave me any sense of peace was knowing the last time I saw him, I gave him a big hug, told him “love you, bro” and to “get home safe.”
Nine years later and it feels like several lifetimes have passed. His contact is still in my phone
and I’ve gone to text him on more occasions I can count.
I’m still angry, sad, and bitter. So rather than pretend I’m ok and that “time heals all wounds,” I’m just letting myself lean into how dark this day is. Almost a decade later, it feels just as gut-wrenching and I
Real talk:
One day depression looks like smiling, joking, and laughing about oneself.
The very next it looks like crawling in bed at 6:30pm and going to sleep so you don’t have to feel anything.
It’s exhausting.
He was just shy of turning 24, his parents’ only child, and 5 weeks away from graduating with his doctorate in physical therapy. He was more of an older brother figure than a friend, the best hype man you could ask for, and gave the biggest bear hugs.
“I know nothing about only walking 0.89 miles in 45 minutes because I had to stop and smell each individual leaf in triplicate. If I didn’t, bad bad very bad things would happen. Nope. I know nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nada.”
I used to be a total bookworm who would start and finish something in a weekend, every week.
Over the years that desire to get lost in a book has waned. I think with the amount of science we read and think about daily, I’m just intellectually exhausted (1/3)
ahead of me.
You hear stories of lives being taken way too young but at 24, you never think it’ll be *your* friend.
Eric was hit crossing the street by a distracted taxi driver who was speeding in a 25mph zone. He died instantly.
It’s 2023. Is there any justifiable reason for scientists to not display individual data points on their bar graphs? Because it immediately makes me suspicious.
Some day I’ll stop posting about this goofy little weirdo who’s taken over my life.
But today is not that day.
I mean…she’s been sleeping like this for 15 minutes already 🤣
per sec before even saying “hello.” He stops me and says “There was an accident early this morning and it’s true. He’s gone.”
My car swerved onto the shoulder and I don’t remember much of what followed other than screaming, crying, and the sight of the Marathon gas station just
9 years ago while driving back to Grand Rapids from a weekend in Chicago, I got a text from a friend (far left in photo) about some odd posts on our best friend Eric’s (far right in photo) FB. Posts from his frat bros that there’s a big party happening in the sky now, etc..
I won’t lie. Getting this accepted at this journal was a bit of a long shot but damn, it stings. If anyone has tips on how to not take rejections so personally, drop them ⬇️
After a solid cry in the shower I’m trying to figure out how to enthusiastically present this at SfN.
Confused, thinking it was some joke, my friend & I called his phone repeatedly & kept getting voicemail. We called our other buddy Ben (2nd from right in photo), but he was at Easter mass so no answer there either.
Half hour goes by and Ben calls. I start talking a million miles
I put this on my bench 5 years ago when I started my postdoc and felt like I didn’t know shit about anything.
I think I’m just going to leave it for the next person. Sometimes, biology is just way more complicated than I gave it credit for.
Wisdom…or something.
PhD rejections:
Northwestern (on my birthday)
UMich
UNC
IUPUI
UCLA
Acceptances:
MSU
@msuneuroscience
Not getting in to my dream program was a blessing in disguise. I ended up at the best fit and collaborative group for my interests.
I’ve finally lost my 🧠
I’ve always been a dog person and while hubs loves them too, he’s wanted a cat for awhile. His Persian passed away at 18 right before we moved here.
Just sent in an app to adopt a Maine Coon mix and have a video call with his foster mom next wk.
Leave it to my mom to find these (and in doing so poke fun at my science superstitions 🤣)
They shall henceforth be worn on snRNAseq library prepping days
#nerd
“I’m just a girl. Thinking about all the people who told me I’m pretty and so well-behaved on my walk today. What they don’t know is I made 2 giant holes in mom’s coat with my shark teefers last night. Suckas.”
Something that I don’t think is talked about enough: friendship breakups in your 30s suck, especially when someone you thought would be around for life just tosses you aside like trash.
I���ve had some pretty rough romantic breakups in the past but I think this trumps all of them
Pre-Stella routine: drive home from work, 2-3 hour poor quality depression nap, make food, shower, existential crisis, poor quality 5-7 hours of sleep 🔄
Post-Stella looks pretty different. Getting out for an hour and being present with her w/o distractions is a hell of a drug
I used to think ALS was rare, that is, until I started following
@iamalsorg
. My hygienist told me she had a family member pass away recently after fighting it for 6 years. 😞
#1in300
isn’t rare.
Who’s a moose, 21 weeks old, and weighed in at 41 pounds today?
(For reference, her mom was 44 pounds when pregnant with a litter of 4 at 3 years old. Definitely got her size from dad!)
Current situation: Post-dinner, full-belly nap and snugs. She gets me.
We’ve got her signed up for puppy kindergarten starting at the end of the month. She’s the only one who survived of her litter so I’m excited to get her socialized and a little less timid.
Y’all are wonderful. I had to put my notifications on silent at work because my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing 🤣 Rest assured, I’ll go through all of your comments when I get home.
Stella says, “Thanks for lifting my mom up 🐾 🐶.”
I know the song goes “I can buy myself flowers…”
My version: “I can buy myself Greg Dunn art…” 🎶
This one is called “Cortical Twilight.”
A gift to myself for landing a new job. Can’t wait to hang it in my office!
I think this may the first picture (of many hundreds taken since we got her) where she doesn’t look extremely concerned about something because of her goofy eyebrows.
Real talk:
#mentalhealth
and
#depression
For the last several years, it’s been like pulling my own teeth without anesthetic to get myself outside, whether biking, walking, or hiking. I could put on a facade during the workday but when I got home and on (1/)
I'd like to find the Microsoft employee who decided that the default setting for Word should be 11 pt. Calibri, 1.15 line spacing and ask him if he has overcome whatever severe issues led him to that point.
Hi, this is Stella.
Mom said she wanted to be something called “steamrolled” and because I’m the goodest girl, I help her.
Mom’s final moments. RIP Mom🪦
The last several times I’ve cycled alone, I’ve gotten harassed by entitled white men.
Unluckily for this asshole, I stopped, gave him a piece of my mind and got him on camera.
This shit is not ok and needs to stop.
Prefacing with: I’m fine.
HOWEVER, depression is *really* kicking my ass this year. It feels like I’m just going through the motions and each day blurs into the next. The last time it was this bad was 2 years ago.
When it comes to naming genes and proteins, there are two kinds of scientist: the one who lets their inner child run free and the other who is very literal and precise