Coffee, Naps, and Hospitals

So I don't really feel like thinking hard enough to finish the Latin quiz I'm writing. What do I do instead? Write a blog!
I'm tired. As usual. I got around 7 hours of sleep last night. I used to work off of 5 hours average, but even 10 doesn't seem to be enough lately. Thanks to my loving friends, I finally ended up going to the health center today. They took my blood and I'll probably find out the results tomorrow. It shouldn't be anything terrible, I'm not particularly worried. It's just a little scary. I'm trying to take care of myself, and it's scary. Sometimes I don't really like being an adult. It means that, ultimately, if you have problems, you need to take care of them yourself. I know that doesn't mean that I need to do everything on my own (God has been teaching me otherwise), but, in the end, you are responsible for yourself. I'm glad God has control. I can't handle my own life.
This blog isn't making a whole lot of sense. I really just need to either get going doing something or take a nap. Mmmm, a nap sounds beautiful. Or coffee. Starbucks, Forza, anything but school coffee would be fantastic. But I'll make it. Two more hours and I can go back to my room and maybe take a nap. :)
In other news, my life has kind of been interrupted as of late. I got a phone call last Friday saying that Claire, the mom of the family I lived with back in my senior year of high school, was in the hospital. I've spent the majority of my free time there with Jason, either trying to visit her or praying in the chapel. Claire is now awake and seeming to be pretty aware of everything and everyone. She's doing really great compared to when I first got the phone call. Praise God! I'll be spending more time at the hospital sometime this week. I have to admit, it's been hard. It's been physically, spiritually, emotionally draining. But God has been giving me strength, and He's been listening to my prayers and working things out. He also gave me a wonderful boyfriend and great friends to support me. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done this past weekend without Jason. I know God would have taken care of me, but I am so grateful that He gave me Jason to help me through everything. He is so good (both God and Jason ;) ).