The situation has now gone from bad to worse.  The worries are so bad that sleeping last night was impossible, no matter what I did to try to induce it.  This means I get to try to make a charge today when I'd rather go back to bed, and that's not going to end well.
Aggravating matters is that this week I found out when the alternate advising session are for those who, for whatever reason, couldn't see their advisor during the assigned sessions.  This would be okay, except...as my luck would have it, they're all blocked by classes.  And that's a major problem, because the number of class sessions I've missed this semester has cracked double digits -- whatever the excuse might be is moot -- and frankly, I can't afford to miss any more.  Somebody is being waaaaaayyyy too lenient with me because the campus attendance policy dictates that by now I should have gotten a warning grade (I haven't).
All questions, no answers...and now, no way to find answers.  This is how people like me with a laundry list of issues -- but with pasts so haunted that trust is a permanent issue -- get jaded.