Right. 51. And I lost the word 'procurement' in a meeting on Thursday. Just... gone. I'm the procurement lead. I've been saying that word approximately forty times a week for nine years. I stood there and said 'the, um, the buying side of things' and moved on like nothing happened and then went to the loo and had a quiet crisis. It's not the first time. Last month I blanked on a colleague's name mid-introduction. Claire. I've known Claire since 2019. I genuinely don't know if this is peri or if I've just finally burned out or both at the same time, which honestly seems unfair. My GP was... fine, I suppose, but she didn't really ask about work. I'm thinking I need to go back and actually spell it out. Like, here are the specific things that have happened, here is what it cost me professionally, here is why I'm not just a bit tired. The thing I'm doing at the moment is keeping a small notepad by my laptop. Every meeting, I write down the three things I actually need to say before I go in. It helps. Slightly humiliating that I need it, but it helps. Also started trying to eat something with actual protein around 3pm because the afternoon slump was making the fog so much worse. A boiled egg and some crackers, nothing fancy. Whether it's doing anything I can't say but I feel less desperate by 5 o'clock. Sleep is the other thing I'm trying to sort. I was staying up too late doom-scrolling and then lying there wired. Gave myself a hard stop on screens and it's marginally better. Marginally. Anyone else feel like they're managing the symptoms of a condition nobody's actually confirmed they have yet? 😩