wispfox

I have _no_ focus left for working on school stuff.

This is a bit of a problem, since I have a presentation at the end of the month, data to analyze for it and I still need to track down references for it, stats homework regularly, cog psych reading regularly, and I really need to write sample finals questions for the last lecture in the class I'm TA'ing, as well as for this coming one tomorrow.

*grumble*

It's too _nice_ out! And I'm tired. And I donwanna.

I guess I'll continue to ignore the finals questions for now, and work on background references...

As many of you may have seen in metahacker's journal, NSPy isn't doing great. Initially, it appeared to be due to some truly astonishingly bad arthritis in his hips, perhaps due to a long-ago encounter with a car while he was a stray.

As time passed, it became apparent that there were some neurological things going on, which ended up being "probably a brain tumor". We cannot really afford the brain surgery required to remove the tumor, so paying for the MRI makes basically no sense, so we won't know for sure.

The prednisone he is on took a _long_ time to come into effect, to the point of believing, at least on my part, that we were going to have to say goodbye to him this week. It finally started working late Sunday night through Monday and Tuesday. (Much like after he first saw the neurologist; he started improving later that day - which was a Tuesday - and started worsening again on that Friday) His eyes never returned completely to having both pupils evenly dilated, though.

This morning, he is doing poorly again. Not a lot of balance, not really eating, restlessly wandering about unless confined (by his carrier or by a human). The prednisone is meant to reduce swelling, and is not a fix. I just kind of thought that he'd have a bit longer between bad days.

The neurologist said that there would be bad days as well as good, and that we should keep an eye on the weeks rather than the days. But damn, this is stressful. He can't really be left alone right now, at least not outside of his carrier. And it's just so _sad_ seeing him confused and restless and stumbling around.

So, lots of stress. And I'm in school, and have to do homework and work on my research and TA classes and... so I can't give him as much time/energy as I'd like, and poor galaneia has to deal with the brunt of kitty care. I just. Mrr.

And now I must go work on research prep, wherein I figure out what sorts of gestures we will need to be coding as relevant movements for my first year project. And work on a paper due next week. And, and, and.

I just got accepted to the human-robot interaction program at Tufts. The Psychology department ended up pushing through an exception to their existing rule about adjunct faculty because I was such a good match, and the cognitive science committee just accepted me to the program, thereby allowing the interdisciplinary part.

Most complicated accepted _ever_, but it's an acceptance!