My eye has developed a twitch. And for the longest time, I couldn’t tell if anyone else could see it. Maybe it was like an itch, I thought, blissfully invisible to the outside world.
The twitch started Tuesday, near the end of the work day. I had recently returned from Ottawa, where I had spent five sun-filled days celebrating my convocation with some of the people I love most in the world.
And now it was back to long hours, too much coffee, dealing with government PR, second-guessing myself. Come to think of it, of course my eye started twitching.
It wasn’t until yesterday that I stood myself in front of a mirror, so I could tell whether my little annoyance was on the inside or the outside.
It was on the outside.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t some massive spasm wrenching the right side of my face. My eyelid would just kind of vibrate laterally. Not what eyelids are supposed to do, but at least you had to look closely to catch it.
It looked (to me) like the kind of thing you would see zoomed in on in a horror movie, right when the protagonist is starting to show signs that she is actually in fact a possessed robot.
Intern-pal-Polly (If she’s reading this, then yes, that is your new nickname) recommended eyedrops. I’m skeptical. I keep going to bed hoping I’ll wake up twitch-free, but alas, hasn’t happened yet.
Anyway, I gotta go to work now. TGIF.