The Scan Was Clear. I Wasn't

I watched the CT scan load, pixel by pixel, expecting some ancient secret to jump out and justify the hours, the funding, the late nights. Instead, just another maybe: the egg is intact, but no embryo. Everyone called it promising. I called it another reason to keep pretending this is enough. The beaver skull, the dinosaur egg—everyone else sees history. I see the cost of chasing answers that never quite arrive. I tell myself it matters. I tell myself the next scan will show something real. But tonight, it’s just me, the hum of the machines, and a question I can’t scan away: how much more do I have to give before I find something worth it? #ScienceFatigue #LabBurnout #ImposterInTheRoom