Healthy does not mean cured

I was dumb on Tuesday and hung around Bacteriology lab, even though I was reacting to the room. I went home early, but the damage was done.

I stayed home sick yesterday, though I felt well enough by evening to BART down to knaveofhearts' place for our usual Wednesday thing. This morning was a different story.

I figured that fresh air and light exercise might help, so I headed off to school anyway (besides, I have cookies to deliver to my Bacteriology lab partner, as I abandoned her to do the plasmid isolation by herself on Tuesday). I got to Hutchinson and figured out that I lose any train of thought within about three seconds. This is not conducive to doing lab procedures like the PCR I wanted to do today. No work for me this morning.

This exposure is being awfully "sticky". It's been a while since I've gotten a long exposure, and I'm certain now that this is EGBE, the real deal. Somebody must have snuck some whiteboard cleaner or 409 into the lab room late Monday or very early Tuesday. I'm waiting for the department secretary to get back from a meeting so that I can set her to investigate and hopefully solve the problem. I'll have to see whether the lab room has aired out enough for me to go to class this afternoon.

I'm puttering around on the computer, trying to ignore the slight nausea and brainfog... I cashed my paycheck (finally!) and I should run the numbers on that, to find out what my tax bracket is -- I owe taxes on the first, tiny paycheck, so I should find out how much to set aside -- and whether I can transfer funds back to savings now.

Or I could just sit here and glaze.