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Jun. 1st, 2004
So I wasn't turning into a morning person, as I had thought. It was just my love of coffee that made it seem that way. I'd be awoken in the morning, either by the sun (in the summer) or the radio (in the winter), and achieve just enough consciousness to remember oh goodie, morning means I can drink coffee. Coffee coffee coffeeeeee! Time to drink coffee was what I had been looking forward to for the entire 24 hours.
So I'd get up, put the coffee on, snooze a bit, pour the coffee, and sit in bed to savor it. As I drank the coffee, it would wake me up. I might start thinking about work, and other sources of funds for my coffee grounds. Coffee would fuel enough wakefulness and motivation to get me out of bed, eventually, and into the shower. Once I get in the shower, the rest of the day can keep going via momentum. If I needed another boost to get myself into work, I'd think about how I could make myself another cup of yummy coffee in my cute little coffee maker at the office.
Then my doctor told me to cut way, way back on caffeine for the sake of The Growth. I cut back, but I wasn't going to cut back as much as the doctor ordered, it seemed unrealistic. But then I went through that phase of being nauseous much of the time. This facilitated cutting out caffeine cold-turkey. I didn't want anything that wasn't soothing in my stomach, so coffee and tea were a bit too challenging to deal with. And I felt like complete crap anyway, so why not caffeine withdrawl? And I wanted to sleep a lot, to be oblivious of being nauseous. I barely even noticed that I had gone cold-turkey on my main drug of choice.
I haven't had more than 10 mg caffeine in a week.
I'm not such a morning person, after all. Without the caffeine, I can laze around in bed until... amazingly late. Having gotten up so much later, plus having done some major napping, I am not inspired to get to bed any time soon.
So I'd get up, put the coffee on, snooze a bit, pour the coffee, and sit in bed to savor it. As I drank the coffee, it would wake me up. I might start thinking about work, and other sources of funds for my coffee grounds. Coffee would fuel enough wakefulness and motivation to get me out of bed, eventually, and into the shower. Once I get in the shower, the rest of the day can keep going via momentum. If I needed another boost to get myself into work, I'd think about how I could make myself another cup of yummy coffee in my cute little coffee maker at the office.
Then my doctor told me to cut way, way back on caffeine for the sake of The Growth. I cut back, but I wasn't going to cut back as much as the doctor ordered, it seemed unrealistic. But then I went through that phase of being nauseous much of the time. This facilitated cutting out caffeine cold-turkey. I didn't want anything that wasn't soothing in my stomach, so coffee and tea were a bit too challenging to deal with. And I felt like complete crap anyway, so why not caffeine withdrawl? And I wanted to sleep a lot, to be oblivious of being nauseous. I barely even noticed that I had gone cold-turkey on my main drug of choice.
I haven't had more than 10 mg caffeine in a week.
I'm not such a morning person, after all. Without the caffeine, I can laze around in bed until... amazingly late. Having gotten up so much later, plus having done some major napping, I am not inspired to get to bed any time soon.
