Today, I am working on several grant-related reports, have edited a journal article for J, and have given great thought to the idea of the Scrodinger’s cat debate.
I am working really hard not to think about my RE appointment on this day last year. Early morning, lying on the ultrasound table, J touching my foot (no room near my hands), the ultrasound tech pressing harder and harder on my abdomen.. searching for the heartbeat, the room deathly quiet, the monitor abruptly turned off with no pictures of the baby, the RE saying “fetal demise”, scheduling a D & C, sobbing, asking the nurse to help us find a back way out because I could not be “that woman”– the one we have all seen leaving the RE’s office crying as her grim-looking partner struggled to face his/her own grief and provide support at the same time.
Nope. Not thinking those thoughts. Considering whether a cat can be both alive and dead at the same time and if observation makes the difference.