No coffee for one week now. The last coffee I had was 1/3 Folgers, 1/3 Starbucks house blend, and 1/3 nothing but empty space. The second-to-last was one spoon of Folgers and the rest Starbucks house blend. Before that, nothing but straight high-test espresso beans steamed in a mocha pot. But all that’s history now.
I had a couple of days where I ate enough Tylenols and ibuprofens to kill a good sized horse, but I’m pretty much in the clear now. Only 2 ibuprofens. So what are the side effects of quitting almost cold-turkey? Headaches, a couple of backaches, sleepiness, and, believe it or not, sore hips. Yes, three nights in a row I woke up during the night with sore hips. I never would have imagined. Yes, it could be from something else, but I don’t believe so.
So – will I ever drink coffee again? Hmm. I once went 346 days without coffee overseas. I walked by a Starbucks on Jungang Ro (Street) and had a triple Americano. I remember the euphoric rush of caffeine wash over me as I sat at my little round table with a copy of the IHT. Utter and complete bliss.
All that is a distant memory now.