3 Hours

Sitting in class and I'm glad I came. The administrator who schedules our exams is also a professor who is currently talking about diuretics. This is surprising. I'm glad I came, kind of like that "The Wanted" song. Nephrons still scare me--proximal, distal, loop of henle--but mnemonics are being thrown my way, like the little stars you pick up in Super Mario Galaxy and use to defeat little alien beasties. Or you save up and trade in for extra lives when you have enough. Or the jewels you picked up in Spyro... spironolactone... use it to clear ascites secondary to liver cirrhosis. God. Liver's are so cool.

What I'm trying to say is I only got three hours of sleep. My mind is wandering. I want my attendance to benefit my learning even though I'd be better served sleeping right now. But I know I wouldn't be able to sleep. I'm an insomniac. I don't know what to do. But with juggling diabetes and insomnia, my body is falling apart from the inside.