The meds I'm on are making me pretty foggy. Here's a prime example.
Yesterday I forgot to take my happy pills fisrt thing a.m., so I took them later in the afternoon. Normally about an hour after I take them I get hit with a wave of heavy drowsiness and need to lie down a bit, so instead of getting my drowsy burst at 10 am, it came at 5 pm instead. There was no point in trying to work through it so I caved in and crawled in bed.
I woke up an hour later and looked at my clock. (It's an analog face.) It said 6:00. Now if you think about this, 6:00 on an analog clock is one hand at the 12 and one hand at the 6. In my haze I was convinced it said 12:30. And I panicked.
Normally at noon on a Thursday I have to go to a lecture at noon and take notes for a disabled student. I freaked out, believing I was half an hour late, and by the time I got to uni the lecture would be nearly over. How was I going to explain this to M?! She depends on me to be her hands for her.
I leapt out of bed and looked at the (digital) clock on my computer. It read 6:03. "That's odd," I thought. "I wonder why the clock on my computer is off." I looked at my (analog) watch just for good measure, and it confirmed what my alarm clock had already told me: half twelve.
I started to put shoes on and stuff the necessaries in my backpack. Everything I needed was already there. "How clever of me to pack ahead of time," I thought. I stumbled into the bathroom for a wee before dashing out the door, and while I was sitting on the loo it struck me: I've already done this today.
Yes, lardies and gents, earlier that day at noon I had, in fact, gone to the lecture and taken the necessary notes. It really was 6 in the evening, but despite being fully dressed it took my exceedingly foggy brain a full 10 minutes to figure out that I wasn't getting up for the first time that day, and I was panicking about being late for something I had already done.
Clearly I was unfit to be upright. I went back to bed.