Charging
Those of you who read my last post may have realised there was something wrong. The thing is last week-end has been rather…eventful. It’s also hard for me to find where I should start, so, in a pretty common way, let’s begin from the end. Sunday, 7:15 pm: the weekend finishes with a massacre of cells, killed by a 0.01 M hydrochloric acid in 10% SDS solution, which is obviously the last step of any MTT assay (in case you noticed it, yes: I haven’t done anything but that for the last three weeks and there’s a chance I’ll go on with cytotoxicity for some time). Four hours before, 3:15 pm, I enjoyed the traditional, graduate student, Sunday afternoon: working in the lab. It was my first time in this particular lab, as I had already lost my virginity in Amsterdam (where else?), where Saturdays and Sundays were days like the others (not always, fortunately), only that I need to get in from the main reception to tell the security people not to shoot me.
I said I enjoyed that because I only add to dissolve some MTT and treat my cells with it, while no one was there, so I could pump the radio which, indeed, was turned to a massively high volume in order to have a real-time, full coverage of all the matches being played in the Italian first division.
On Saturday, though, things got even better: on that day, in fact, I not only had to write the SNS weekly post, but I also travelled from Bologna to Piacenza (approximately 154 km by train) at noon for an important business (well, I had to collect some money for one of my relatives). At 5:00 pm it was time to get back. Altogether I spent 4 hours on a train.
In the morning, after the weekly shopping, I drew the reaction for the post (making quite a lot of mistakes). The post was written at 8:00 pm, after the supper.
Sounds very grumpy, doesn’t it? So, I believe I need something to help me increase my stamina. These days, luckily, pharmacies are literally clogged up with integrators and similar, over-the-counter products. Interestingly (and worryingly), most of these products stress their natural origin.
It’s, however, became such a popular drug, over the years, that many alternative clinical applications have been deeply investigated and, as result, ginseng is proposed as a (complementary) cure for hypertension, gastritis, insomnia and neurasthenia. But these are just opinions, not facts.
It’s estimated that 50% of those who regularly consume integrators, are either doing something useless or inappropriate. I’m not advocating for a total, draconian ban of these preparation but it’s fundamental to underline (especially in this critical period of the year, when it’s cold and flu is about to arrive) that, although they are sold without prescription, you should always ask your doctor whether it’s a good idea or a waste of time (and money). Don’t trust pharmacists.
Me? Well, I’ve eventually selected a natural, energetic drink, with a much better flavour than ginseng, called beer. Actually, I’m having my daily dose right now. So, cheers!




