I survived school today. Even took a test. I answered about half the questions, but that half went fairly well. Also received a couple of good grades. Didn't run out of the room screaming. Participated in lessons as best as I could. Went to physical therapy - explained what went wrong the last time, and asked for a couple of breaks throughout the treatment. I've been blessed with my physical therapist - she's very understanding.
Mum all but demanded I take another oxazepam once the second one of today had quit working. (I guess I was acting a bit concern-inducing) It helped to the point I'm less likely to bang my head against the wall, but I'm not actually feeling better. Mum had email contact with my pdoc today - he didn't say anything useful.