My brain's map of my body has gone totally cattywampus.
I'm on day four of my slow, careful taper.
Last night I went to bed my usual self; in other words, I was five-two and about 175 pounds.
This morning I am at least five-seven and skinny. And flat-chested.
Oh, and my arms are each about eight feet long. And my joints have been oiled with WD-40, so they're very loose.
It's weird, but not unpleasant. And having eight-foot-long arms sure makes it easier to get a fresh cup of coffee without leaving the couch.