When this happens the first thing I need to do is turn to the big guns: literally a giant white disc of a tablet that renders me not quite out of pain, but reasonably disconnected from it so that I'm not grumpy and miserable.
The downside is that functionally my reflexes are slowed, and my brain works a bit backwards. And I walk with my feet about three millimetres off the ground - no chance of tripping! My mouth is a little dry, so I quite enjoy a hot drink. I stay away from sharp things.
I forget stuff, so I have to make sure I'm not tempted to rush, and my train of thought is very likely to drift off on a tangent, so conversations can be quite meandering, that is, if I find myself talking to anyone, which I tend to avoid doing when I've taken one of the big white tablets.
So yes. Z is for Zombie. Because that is what I am today.
Thank you, by the way,
if you've been following my blog during the course of this A-Z Challenge.
It's been an unexpected joy to be a part of,
and really lovely to know that folk have dropped by.
It's been great to share.