![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Sep. 10th, 2020 10:07 pmWell. Okay then. After a day off I started today with some trepidation, since the last lab I was working on was 1) one that had kicked my ass in a previous form and 2) one I was stuck on. My morning class block was gave over to errands so I started it on the afternoon class block, continued to get pretty much nowhere. And since the afternoon class block was getting interrupted by more errands I banged my head on that lab for maybe an hour? Probably less allowing time to get up and go ARGH, then moved on to the next lab. Which was equally frustrating, but for much less time before I went back, re-read the reading on the topic, changed a few things and evidently fixed it. Didn't get all the tests passing, but got to the point where I thought I could.
So by the evening class block I had two labs half done and a whole pile of frustration but. This time before it got too big I asked for help. I ate dinner, then I asked for help, the help was efficient and brief and kind, I learned a new way to just skip right to the frustrating test, I got some practice on essentially the "pause the program here" command, and I figured it out. And then I figured out the entire rest of the goddamn 44 part lab, as it turned out to be a 44 part lab.
And by that point it was ten minutes to end of the last class block so I declared fuckit and stopped, but right now I am flush with victory and singing James Bond themes, so yay! This is a much better mood in which to go into the last day of class for the week than the last one. I can do this. And I may need to ask for help but it won't be painful, and no one will think less of me. I did that twice this week. It's going to be okay. And I probably understand more than I think I do.
Less good news, Mikey-cat has lost some weight and been throwing up again. It's been two and a half years since his splenectomy, after which they told us the average was two years of health and good quality of life, so we're actually doing better than average, but it's still worrisome. He went to the vet today for his senior checkup along with Murdock for his diabeetus checkup, so we'll see what his bloodwork says. But beyond what we've been doing there's really not much more we can do, so I'm worried. And he's very much the boy's cat, in the way that Bat Cat is very much my cat, so. I'm worried.
Other than that life isn't going too awfully. I was going to weed the back porch pots but Thor had other ideas involving buckets so that'll have to wait till tomorrow morning. I'm slowly getting back into the habit of getting writing done. I did some art yesterday on my day off! It's decent art although I'm not a fan of the markers I was using; the watercoloring turned out better but I can't remember if I got a picture before I sent it off. I'm feeling a lot more like myself, on a steadier, more even keel. It's good. I feel stable, I feel okay.
So by the evening class block I had two labs half done and a whole pile of frustration but. This time before it got too big I asked for help. I ate dinner, then I asked for help, the help was efficient and brief and kind, I learned a new way to just skip right to the frustrating test, I got some practice on essentially the "pause the program here" command, and I figured it out. And then I figured out the entire rest of the goddamn 44 part lab, as it turned out to be a 44 part lab.
And by that point it was ten minutes to end of the last class block so I declared fuckit and stopped, but right now I am flush with victory and singing James Bond themes, so yay! This is a much better mood in which to go into the last day of class for the week than the last one. I can do this. And I may need to ask for help but it won't be painful, and no one will think less of me. I did that twice this week. It's going to be okay. And I probably understand more than I think I do.
Less good news, Mikey-cat has lost some weight and been throwing up again. It's been two and a half years since his splenectomy, after which they told us the average was two years of health and good quality of life, so we're actually doing better than average, but it's still worrisome. He went to the vet today for his senior checkup along with Murdock for his diabeetus checkup, so we'll see what his bloodwork says. But beyond what we've been doing there's really not much more we can do, so I'm worried. And he's very much the boy's cat, in the way that Bat Cat is very much my cat, so. I'm worried.
Other than that life isn't going too awfully. I was going to weed the back porch pots but Thor had other ideas involving buckets so that'll have to wait till tomorrow morning. I'm slowly getting back into the habit of getting writing done. I did some art yesterday on my day off! It's decent art although I'm not a fan of the markers I was using; the watercoloring turned out better but I can't remember if I got a picture before I sent it off. I'm feeling a lot more like myself, on a steadier, more even keel. It's good. I feel stable, I feel okay.