Quitting coffee again
Sep. 26th, 2005 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneI tried this once before and my words from last summer about this reveal a lot of what I feel now. However, I'm going to explain what I hadn't last time: what the day was like today.
Today was Day 2 of Withdrawal. The first day I can ignore coffee. Today I woke up feeling like I had a hangover. I'd slept more than seven hours but I felt beat. I wound up going back to bed for 20 minutes because I just didn't have enough coordination to shower.
I got to work and was having such headaches that I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. I took my first call and could barely concentrate enough to solve a simple file protections issue. I knew the answer, I knew the words for it, but I could not put my fingers on the exact commands. I kept second guessing myself. One of my coworkers IM'd me to grab some orange juice. I thought to myself, "yeah, electrolytes!" That helped. So did a Tylenol.
The call went long but the customer was very kind. We talked about all sorts of stuff while waiting for his data to get the idea. He read off a litany of screen captures and I just listened to make sure I only heard wicked long numbers or zeroes: "7,356,291 files scanned in the pool, 3,728 begotten, not made, one in being with the father, zero unfixable, amen."
(That's a Nicene Creed reference for all you not familiar with Catholic Mass.)
Anyway, I closed that case. I closed the next two. I took two more paracetamol (that's what they call acetaminophen in the UK, as I discussed with the cubemate that gave me the gelcaps). I looked at what was a stack of cases that usually intimidated me and said, "oh, this is a blingo and that's a woofie-foo 19, so lemme email the dude to get it back out of my court."
Suddenly the pain was not so interesting. I was instead intrigued by my lack of fear of getting things done. It was 5 o'clock and I was leaving work on time. I wanted to pass out badly but I did not feel distracted or overwhelmed. I felt like kicking the caf for a while was going to be a good idea.
I like having a hot morning drink, so I may go for herbal tea. I can learn from GZA and RZA not to be a victim of serious delirium like Bill Murray. (I love that scene in "Coffee and Cigarettes". What can I say?)
I made it through today. I may have a couple more days of obnoxious headaches. However, they sell Alleve in stores. Also, I'm seeing tangible benefits from coming down. Life is dull, as once I wrote, but it's great to be able to focus.
-don't swallow, Dante
Today was Day 2 of Withdrawal. The first day I can ignore coffee. Today I woke up feeling like I had a hangover. I'd slept more than seven hours but I felt beat. I wound up going back to bed for 20 minutes because I just didn't have enough coordination to shower.
I got to work and was having such headaches that I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. I took my first call and could barely concentrate enough to solve a simple file protections issue. I knew the answer, I knew the words for it, but I could not put my fingers on the exact commands. I kept second guessing myself. One of my coworkers IM'd me to grab some orange juice. I thought to myself, "yeah, electrolytes!" That helped. So did a Tylenol.
The call went long but the customer was very kind. We talked about all sorts of stuff while waiting for his data to get the idea. He read off a litany of screen captures and I just listened to make sure I only heard wicked long numbers or zeroes: "7,356,291 files scanned in the pool, 3,728 begotten, not made, one in being with the father, zero unfixable, amen."
(That's a Nicene Creed reference for all you not familiar with Catholic Mass.)
Anyway, I closed that case. I closed the next two. I took two more paracetamol (that's what they call acetaminophen in the UK, as I discussed with the cubemate that gave me the gelcaps). I looked at what was a stack of cases that usually intimidated me and said, "oh, this is a blingo and that's a woofie-foo 19, so lemme email the dude to get it back out of my court."
Suddenly the pain was not so interesting. I was instead intrigued by my lack of fear of getting things done. It was 5 o'clock and I was leaving work on time. I wanted to pass out badly but I did not feel distracted or overwhelmed. I felt like kicking the caf for a while was going to be a good idea.
I like having a hot morning drink, so I may go for herbal tea. I can learn from GZA and RZA not to be a victim of serious delirium like Bill Murray. (I love that scene in "Coffee and Cigarettes". What can I say?)
I made it through today. I may have a couple more days of obnoxious headaches. However, they sell Alleve in stores. Also, I'm seeing tangible benefits from coming down. Life is dull, as once I wrote, but it's great to be able to focus.
-don't swallow, Dante
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Date: 2005-09-27 12:35 pm (UTC)I'm fascinated by your described emotional alteration. You attribute this mainly to absence of caffeine? -- or would you have days like this anyway?