Missing in Action... Or why I am really really stressed

Just wanted to issue a blog-pology for being missing in action. It was first because I thought I could do everything without having Internet in the condo until little Toasty moved in. Mistake. I am a researcher in every aspect of my life and had a series of failures because I could not fully explore an idea before I tried to cook. Good food, but nothing I was proud enough to share.

And then Thursday night happened. I am a short girl who loves a tall ridiculous shoe, so of course I've had my share of rolled ankles. I was trying to get home after kickball and slipped in a puddle, dislocating it after years of pressing my luck. I flagged down a guy on a bike who found me a cop to hold the ankle in place until I could get to the emergency room. I am a squeamish person so even I don't know how many bones are broken because I refuse to see the x-rays. Monday I am headed into surgery to put everything back into place.

I want to thank little Toasty for being amazing and taking care of all of the gross talk for me in the ER, my dad for racing up to DC and taking care of me, and my mom for getting me my favorite foods and trashy magazines and anything else I need.

I am trying to look on the bright side of this in terms of getting ready for quals for my PhD candidacy but I'm itching to get back into the lab. I need to take care of myself and my work right now, so unfortunately I'll be taking a brief sabbatical from blogging.

Thanks to everyone who has supported me so far and I'll hope you'll come back when I do!