I'm on the way back home from campus, where I went right after my hospital visit to reserve some space and equipment for experiments at the end of June. My final consultation with two internists went almost as I expected, but the ending was such that it made me feel like I had been thrust into a movie about a schizophrenic, and I was playing the main part.
They asked me about a mail I had written them with three exacting questions about MSG. With slight apprehension the doctor wanted to start discussing the results with me, quickly finishing on "but you've probably seen it all", and I nodded. They asked about why I had such a deep interest in the subject and I replied with several key statements involving MSG, glutamate, and tinnitus, my work until now and further plans. My insights and efforts were well received.
But then the conversation turned to a place where I like to keep being polite, but I've pretty much made up my mind about someones ability. The doctor mentions madame Curie, who died discovering ionizing radiation, and how testing anything on myself would be a bad idea. I shrugged it off as an obvious joke and said that anything I would try is of course already currently used in some clinics and won't be dangerous.
She didn't drop the issue. In total disbelief that I would have been able to both learn as much about this subject and continue with my life as usual, she said I am obsessive. I told her, she would be too if she had a dentist drill inside her head. And then she killed it, mentioning that she too has a slight noise in her head when she listens real closely in a silent room...
Perhaps I should have mentioned I've had a reasonably quiet period at university, and that far from skimping on daily responsibility I had made plans to start a company or two this summer, and to go on a long holiday. I wonder if I should have asked what contributions she had made to science or medicine, versus Curie, who took her X-ray truck all around to help wounded soldiers in WW I.
I felt like I was going into an office to confirm that indeed I didn't have any cancers, and to confirm they can't do anything. But instead of admitting they were wrong and helpless, they made me out to be crazy.
Here I was talking with two doctors that know full well how impossible it is to do clinical studies in humans with, for example, a large dose of MSG, and while they completely agree with me that it should also be impossible to serve large doses of it as food, somehow they didn't quite experience the same concern that I had.
Admittedly I had slight doubts there for a minute but they passed. On the way home I wondered if the inherent bias of a place like tinnitustalk, or the relentless search for a cure was detrimental to any of us. Now that I'm home, listening to Yngwie Malmsteen and Mozart, I am again reminded of something.
If Mozart had not existed there would not be a Brandenburg concerto. Without Yngwie we would not have Far Beyond The Sun. I've heard it said that the same does not apply for science, because if Einstein hadn't lived someone else would have discovered relativity that same year.
I adamantly disagree with this opinion, more than anything I know mathematics is far less exact than people think. When Feynman expressed quantum mechanics in hand drawings even Einstein laughed him off the stage. Today, Feynman diagrams are the only way to do it. I believe that down to its core, big steps forward in science are a form of obsessive art. Feynman had divorced twice for his obsession with physics.
My grades have not suffered, and my partner is only slightly annoyed with me
Honestly, does anyone here think I'm psychotic, for spending a lot of time on tinnitus?
They asked me about a mail I had written them with three exacting questions about MSG. With slight apprehension the doctor wanted to start discussing the results with me, quickly finishing on "but you've probably seen it all", and I nodded. They asked about why I had such a deep interest in the subject and I replied with several key statements involving MSG, glutamate, and tinnitus, my work until now and further plans. My insights and efforts were well received.
But then the conversation turned to a place where I like to keep being polite, but I've pretty much made up my mind about someones ability. The doctor mentions madame Curie, who died discovering ionizing radiation, and how testing anything on myself would be a bad idea. I shrugged it off as an obvious joke and said that anything I would try is of course already currently used in some clinics and won't be dangerous.
She didn't drop the issue. In total disbelief that I would have been able to both learn as much about this subject and continue with my life as usual, she said I am obsessive. I told her, she would be too if she had a dentist drill inside her head. And then she killed it, mentioning that she too has a slight noise in her head when she listens real closely in a silent room...
Perhaps I should have mentioned I've had a reasonably quiet period at university, and that far from skimping on daily responsibility I had made plans to start a company or two this summer, and to go on a long holiday. I wonder if I should have asked what contributions she had made to science or medicine, versus Curie, who took her X-ray truck all around to help wounded soldiers in WW I.
I felt like I was going into an office to confirm that indeed I didn't have any cancers, and to confirm they can't do anything. But instead of admitting they were wrong and helpless, they made me out to be crazy.
Here I was talking with two doctors that know full well how impossible it is to do clinical studies in humans with, for example, a large dose of MSG, and while they completely agree with me that it should also be impossible to serve large doses of it as food, somehow they didn't quite experience the same concern that I had.
Admittedly I had slight doubts there for a minute but they passed. On the way home I wondered if the inherent bias of a place like tinnitustalk, or the relentless search for a cure was detrimental to any of us. Now that I'm home, listening to Yngwie Malmsteen and Mozart, I am again reminded of something.
If Mozart had not existed there would not be a Brandenburg concerto. Without Yngwie we would not have Far Beyond The Sun. I've heard it said that the same does not apply for science, because if Einstein hadn't lived someone else would have discovered relativity that same year.
I adamantly disagree with this opinion, more than anything I know mathematics is far less exact than people think. When Feynman expressed quantum mechanics in hand drawings even Einstein laughed him off the stage. Today, Feynman diagrams are the only way to do it. I believe that down to its core, big steps forward in science are a form of obsessive art. Feynman had divorced twice for his obsession with physics.
My grades have not suffered, and my partner is only slightly annoyed with me
Honestly, does anyone here think I'm psychotic, for spending a lot of time on tinnitus?