I keep a small notebook with me and write down everything.  I am still attempting to hold onto my job.   I would say I am completely like you.  Missing a chunk of time - or bringing up an application and staring at it wondering why on earth I wanted that one.  Then I look at my notes and can tell why I went there.

It's hard as hell for me in a conversation to even speak a whole sentence.   I will start it, struggle for a word that is the reason I'm having this conversation and then find it and go on my way.
It's almost like stuttering.   It must be frustrating for my fellow workers.

I'm hoping to convince them to let me work at home soon.   They won't know if I am writing emails, or IM's to them that I pause and find the word.

I'm so supremely unhappy about this I've even contemplated suicide lately.  Down to the very last detail. 

My DH is now begging me to go to a psych.   I am getting off Lyrica as I feel like it is the culprit.   I'm in for another heartbreak if no Lyrica doesn't help the situation much.

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