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Having a minor anxiety attack...once in a while at work I screw up...sure, we're all human.
I realized I used the 'wrong' tissue culture plates for a procedure....like, only, 6 days after I did it.
Real useful, that kind of time-delayed memory...eh?
So I let my boss (who's at clinic) know, call her up and let her know, you know, in case I can do something to fix it. Doing the right thing.
Turns out I can't, though it may have worked a little (but obviously not the way it was supposed to). Figures it's some cells that we have no more of (not that we can't get more eventually, but that was the last freeze of that lot).
Now I get to sit here with that vague feeling of Imminent Doom, for who knows how long. It wasn't as if she sounded angry either - more resigned. Hopefully I won't feel like this all day - I have another procedure to do. Don't need to screw that one up as well from feeling all nervous and self-focused.
That vague but awful feeling in the pit of the stomach.
Shit.
I realized I used the 'wrong' tissue culture plates for a procedure....like, only, 6 days after I did it.
Real useful, that kind of time-delayed memory...eh?
So I let my boss (who's at clinic) know, call her up and let her know, you know, in case I can do something to fix it. Doing the right thing.
Turns out I can't, though it may have worked a little (but obviously not the way it was supposed to). Figures it's some cells that we have no more of (not that we can't get more eventually, but that was the last freeze of that lot).
Now I get to sit here with that vague feeling of Imminent Doom, for who knows how long. It wasn't as if she sounded angry either - more resigned. Hopefully I won't feel like this all day - I have another procedure to do. Don't need to screw that one up as well from feeling all nervous and self-focused.
That vague but awful feeling in the pit of the stomach.
Shit.
