Screw Coffee — Why I’m Giving Up Coffee

Yep, I said it. Screw coffee. I’m giving up coffee.

Painful decisions.

I got ill last week, a stomach bug whose ass I’m still struggling to kick. At first I stuck on a brave face, soldiered on, kept calm, carried on and all that bullshit. However, the stiff upper lip approach to personal health simply resulted in further pain and discomfort, by Thursday last week I felt like food was my sworn enemy. Particularly noticeable were the severe stomach cramps, experienced precisely when I imbibed my luscious, thick black morning coffee. The part of the day which I longed for each morning, I dreamed lucidly of it’s inception and felt bereft when it’s time had passed. That poignant moment, when coffee cup hit desk, computer chimed into convivial companionship and the day was ready, had become a time of anguish and pain.

There was only one option, stop drinking coffee, which would stop the stomach cramps. I’d struggled to drain my cup each day, due to the pain, so I was half way to cessation by all accounts.

Friday. No coffee.

Cold turkish.

My head descended into a furious fug of caffeine withdrawal, with dull cranial twinges sparkling away like bubblewrap being stamped on in my brain. This continued all day as the neurons in my head all…