A few years back, I was involved with the hiring process at my college. We had actually been given the green light for three positions, and we had hundreds of applications to read. The application packages could not leave campus, so I would drive in early to school and read for a couple of hours each day, going through each file with a rubric we'd designed. It was interesting reading, but ultimately arduous as the stack seemed to never diminish.
That week, I could barely rouse myself awake, though I had to. There were kids to get to school, and then I had to sit in the designated room to read through a pile of paper. I was drowsy and almost inert, my morning coffee having no effect on me whatsoever. In the afternoon, a band of headache seemed to encircle my head, and I barely made it home before needing a nap.
After day four of this, I was ready to go to the hospital. Tylenol wasn't working. Aspirin wasn't working. Finally, I popped two Excedrin, and voilà! a cure.
My slowed brain started to grind its tiny gears, and I looked at the bag of coffee in the freezer. Decaffeinated. Yes, my incipient brain tumor was simply a lack of caffeine. By the next morning, I was cured, and my reading chore was over in a trice.
I am a caffeine addict. Yes, nice to meet you, too. I have to have one cup of coffee a day, or else I end up with the band yanking my cranium. And don't talk to me about weaning myself off coffee. I have tried this, pouring a half inch less each morning. Cranium ache, folks. Lasts for weeks.
So I talked to my doctor who informed me that one cup of coffee (baring ulcers and major stomach upsets and the like) is okay. In fact, studies show, might be good for me. So I decided to drink my one cup and go with it.
But the days I can't drink coffee are bad. Yesterday, I couldn't drink coffee due to a stomach upset, and all day, the band yanked my head. At some point, I wondered what was worse--the illness of the withdrawal.
The good news is I am sitting here writing to you, my cup of coffee on the desk, steaming away in all it's dark brown goodness. I like the taste, the bitterness, the tingle on my tongue. I liked the perk it gives me, the minor jolt of electrical impulse moving me forward.
One day, I may have to give it up for some reason, and I will try to figure out where and when. A beach resort, a place I can indulge my other senses while the brain pounds. I will need two months or so to get the job done. Until then, enjoy the cuppa, all.
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