About Happy Pills and All That Jazz

Two weeks ago I noticed that my thyroid pills were running low. To prevent running-out of them like I did last time, I ordered them from the mail order pharmacy with plenty of time (the only way I can get them because of our insurance).
A week ago I noticed I had four, maybe three pills left, so I called my the mail order pharmacy a bit in a panic. "Where's my package? My prescriptions should have been here earlier in the week."
"Your doctor won't authorize any refills until you see her," the woman on the other end of the phone told me. She wasn't mean, wasn't dry, just matter of factly.
THEN I panicked. I had two tests, two quiz's, and a four-hour course I had to stay awake for. I can't NOT TAKE my Thyroid pills.
I called my Endocrinologist in the middle of the night last week, with the hope that the nurse would hear my sorry voice and just give in. "Please just give me enough pills until I am out of school. I can't focus. I'm tired; and I don't have time to see the doctor until the end of the semester," I muttered into the phone.
I waited for a call from the doctor while I ran around town to get copies of my transcripts. As the day wore on, my mind got cloudier and cloudier. I don't know how I drove from one end of Los Angeles, to the Valley, to the West Valley, to Downtown Los Angeles and home in one piece. By Monday, I had been off my medication for five days, I had taken two quiz's, two tests and stayed on top of most of my reading.
My doctor eventually did give in; with the condition that I see her the day after my last final and get my blood work in a week prior. That's a small price to pay to stay, well, awake.
Unfortunately, it takes about eight days for the thyroid meds to start working and kick-start my system. 
Being in this situation before, I knew that by today all systems pointed to an obvious crash, so I took every precaution possible so I wouldn't.
I started my day with a healthy breakfast, light lunch, stayed hydrated, got some sun, took mini-breaks and even took a nap.  By 6 p.m. today I couldn't keep my eyes open. By 6:30 p.m. my hubby ordered Pizza.  It's now 8 p.m. and my dinner table, which has taken a second role as my study table, is filled with books, papers, print-outs and basically, all the homework I have to do by tomorrow.
I know that in a couple of days, maybe three, I should get back to normal - but until then, excuse me while I try to find my brain.