Today is not My Day


That day when you cancel your hospital patients and your private practice and stay in bed all day succumbed to a terrible migraine, because I couldn’t tolerate to speak about anyone else’s problems but mine.

That day when even your sarcastic inner bitch is lost for words.

And, that same day when you’re feeling not right in the head and uber clumsy, so you shatter a glass dish in a million tiny pieces all over your kitchen.


So, you stand there contemplating if it’d be easier to just move out.