damn fine cup of decaf… zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
April 17, 2008
For reasons I won’t bore you with right now, my doctor suggested I cut down on my caffeine intake. What? Two to three double, short cappuccinos a day is too much?
Apparently it is… who knew?
So, obediently I began drinking herbal tea and felt pretty smug about how healthy I was behaving. That is, until I realized how much I missed the whole coffee ritual. The going, the sitting, the chatting, the buzzing. It would seem coffee is a big part of my life, habitually, socially and emotionally. There may be a few more -allys, but I can’t think of any at the moment. It’s late (and, did I mention I haven’t been drinking caffeine?) You know, there are times when I’m convinced my whole personality is floating inside a hot, steamy mug of joe.
What is the solution? Double, short, decaf cappuccino, that’s what. Yeah, yeah, I know, what’s the point, right? Well, at first the point was to ease into this new caffeine-less lifestyle. A transition, a fake out on my brain. However, what I found was, be it the placebo effect or actual physical reaction to the 1 to 2% caffeine, I started getting a little buzz from the decaf.
I was thrilled.
I say “was” because after a couple of weeks, things changed a bit. Sure I still get a teensy pick-me-up in the morning, which is great. But somewhere around 2:00 p.m. I hit a slump. A slump I never experienced in my caffeinated days. A slump that has co-workers eyeing me, puzzled by the keyboard pattern on my right cheek and the slight bit of drool on my chin. A slump, for crying out loud. I don’t do slumps!
Alright, what is the solution now? Hmmm, perhaps getting to bed at a decent hour?
Yeah, right, I just crack myself up.