GODDAMMIT, 3AM. Get out of my wake-up time.

Appointment with The Brain Man today, since have been having panic attacks. Not nearly so severe as I imagine the grand mal attacks suffered by those with actual panic disorder to be, but... on (far, far too) many occasions, bad enough for me to have needed to find an empty corner of the arts block and hide for an hour or two, rather than um. Go to class.

Found out exam dates, uh, yesterday at this point; just under a month away. But right now, given my attendance this term, I'm sort of more panicked, ha ha, about whether I'll even be allowed sit them.

Haven't posted about this before, because... thinking about it makes me panicky.

*facepalm*

Must. Stay awake. Three more hours. Cannot wake up at 3am again. Wargle.

In other news, I didn't quite bawl all over my Brain Man when he pre-empted me by saying "Well don't worry about that - I'll write you a medical certificate right now," but it was a close thing. Brain Drugs dosage also upped, which is not super best-o, since I felt kind of wonky for about a week last time, but wutevre. The less likely I am to panic and bolt before an Important Exam, the better.

Well, that took up... five minutes.