If you've been following this column, and I hope you have, you may be interested to know that James and I are now officially going out and have been for three months (actually quite a bit longer for me). He's a senior researcher in my lab and we've managed to keep it hush for now, although I think the prof knows. That's only because he knows everything. Everyone else is either in the dark or pretending very well.
I spent most of the day grappling with those damn myocytes again. I've finally mastered the art of pipetting but still can't do it and talk at the same time. My cells keep dying but at least my patients seem to do ok. If I leave these three years with no publications but a batch of surviving cells then I will consider it a success.
I leave the lab late and watch a little television with dinner. I have a couple of glasses of South African Merlot and spend the first half of the night asleep on the sofa before I realise where I am and drag myself back to bed.
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