Caffeine, my old friend

I’ve had the caffeine monkey off of my back for about six months now (please, hold your applause). It had gotten to the point where I felt like crap nearly all the time, even with a small amount of caffeine in the morning. So I quit. It wasn’t all that hard really. I did the diminishing amount trick over two weeks, starting with my original amount and then just diluting it every other day to about 3/4 strength. There was only a little grumpiness/headachiness.

Anyway, I went to make some coffee today while hanging out at my mother’s, and only found one thing of grounds. So I just thought, “hope this is decaf.” It wasn’t. And neither was the second cup. Now I’m rather fidgety.  I had forgotten what caffeination felt like, and my sensitivity has gone way up in these sober months. I’ll be crashing hard in a few hours.

5 thoughts on “Caffeine, my old friend

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  2. I feel terrible that as your mother I have assisted in returning you to the dark side, if only briefly. A sound home should be free of drug influences. Where did I go wrong?
    Mom

  3. If I’d known it was that easy to return you to the dark side, I’d have ladeled (ladelled?) coffee down your gullet every day for the past week.

  4. I meant “ladled,” of course — it’s hard to believe I used to win spelling bees.

  5. Hard to believe indeed!

    It, in fact, is not that easy to return me to the darkside. Quite the contrary. I found the caffeine effects unpleasant and unwelcome. So I was more reinforced to remain on the light side.

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