Today I learned they finally published a book on molecular hematology, where I co-authored one small chapter.
I have papers published, sure, but you know.. book is a book. Ordinary people go to bookstores and see it there.. buy it. And it's quite big.
I'm looking at it right now. I have multiple reservations about it, sure.
But as I look at it, I also think how much it cost.
While doing final corrections to the manuscripts in April, I got really concerned about the wrong use of apostrophs, quotations and "prime" symbols thought out the book. Hours spend in frantic search for "making it right" caused the critical decline in my then already bad mental health condition.
The final straw..
Went home barefoot.
Ended in the month-long psychiatric hospitalization the next day. And many things changed. Funny thing is, that despide it all, mostly for better. I learned somethig I would probably never learn otherwise.
So now I'm holding the big blue "Molecular hematology" book in my hands (with a kind of ugly picture on top) and it's a strange feeling.
Somehow I can't explain to others the value it has for me and the price I payed for it..
More than just a textbook.