just like sartre's "no exit"...

my left eyelid keeps twitching, my lips are dry, my fingertips are numb and tingly, i swear my brain is moving, i keep catching myself grinding my teeth, and i have "come on, eileen" stuck in my head.

AYFKM?

during today's weekly case review meeting, when it was my turn to talk, and i obviously was having some trouble coming up with simple words, one of my co-workers said to the group, apologetically, "she's medicated."

yes i am.