It’s been a while since a I wrote a blog post. Part of that is that I have always shared the personal details of my life here as sort of a personal journal and I have had stuff I really haven’t wanted to share. I decided to separate from Mr. Isis in August because…well..reasons. Mostly reasons I don’t really want to talk about. I still have very warm and love-y feelings for Mr. Isis and I am hoping that we can keep working on our relationship as good friends and co-parents. He gave me a lovely card and flowers for Mother’s Day and I was grateful…
I moved to new MRU town last August and being a single mother has been no joke…then in February I had shingles and ended up in the hospital when I started to get forgetful with certain words. Allegedly shingles can travel backwards and infect the brain, causing encephalitis. This is exactly why I hate the brain. I’m still having trouble with days of the week and rely much more heavily on my calendar than I ever did. I used to use it mostly as a formality to let people know where I would be and I could remember 99.9% of my appointments, but now I need it to know where to be from hour to hour and to know what day is coming next.
In the middle of April, I terminated someone’s employment. I can’t really say more, but there is not much more in the world that sucks harder than that.
My lab has been under construction and I am lucky that MRU agreed to build me a new, beautiful lab when they recruited me . As one might expect, it had been delayed several months and I got some temporary space in the meantime. My lab was set to open on May 1st. On April 25th we had a bad storm and the ceiling above my temporary space collapsed, covering contents of my start-up with an abundance of dirty storm water, roof paraphernalia and ceiling tile. Now I am learning about risk management and university insurance and what-not.
But, I’m really blessed. I have a lot of love in my life and two amazing children. Naughty children, but amazing children who make every day both a challenge and a blessing.
If there’s one thing the last eight months have made clear to me, it’s that if we really care about the sustainable careers of women in science, we’d spend a little less money on lip service vis-a-vis these gender equity seminars and focus on advocating for sustained, predictable growth of the NIH budget (and NSF for you wackadoodles who do that sort of thing)).
I could spend a little more time at home if I wasn’t submitting 10 grants a year.