After a failing association with Allopathy medication, I have turned to my favorite alternative - Homeopathy. It never fails to surprise me that two tiny sweet pellets can have such dramatic results which popping large bitter and gullet-chocking tablets fail to achieve.
The only drawback is that I will be unable to freshen my afternoons with a steaming cup of mocha. Tuesday was my first day without coffee. Most times I skip a cup when I'm too busy. But since it is a mandate now, my body decided to retaliate with a full-blown withdrawal and launched a pounding headache which only an unadulterated shot of espresso can cure. Mind though conquered over matter, and I lolled the remainder of the evening in a haze.
The mist rolling across the hills aka my parking lot urges me to froth up a cappuccino. Reckoned to steep a cup of tea with the remains of a one-year old sachet I'd bought for my father when he was visiting. I settled for a warm glass of water. After yesterday's swim class though, I needed something to stir me up from the adrenaline crash. I made a pit stop at my local coffee shop Coffee Time and just stood for half a minute treating my olfactory senses to the rich aroma of freshly ground coffee.
The guy behind the counter had cocked his head up from the Nintendo he was playing to get my order started. So there was a question mark on his face as I scanned the chalkboard to find a comfort drink. Then it struck me. Hot cocoa!
I asked him if he could whip me up a cup of cocoa, asking twice if there was any coffee involved in the process. He gave a boring sideways glanced and said "No coffee." I felt the vexing urge to explain myself. "I am trying to kick the coffee habit, so just want to make sure there's no coffee whatsoever in my drink."
He nodded, and suggested that I take a medium cup. I said "Sure!"
Coffee Time is half a mile from my apartment, with a single signal light. Trying to distill any kind of soothing effect which coffee fills the nerves with, I gulped down 3/4th of the cocoa before I'd reached home. On the plus side, I am now sleeping like a baby at the stroke of midnight.
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The mist rolling across the hills aka my parking lot urges me to froth up a cappuccino. Reckoned to steep a cup of tea with the remains of a one-year old sachet I'd bought for my father when he was visiting. I settled for a warm glass of water. After yesterday's swim class though, I needed something to stir me up from the adrenaline crash. I made a pit stop at my local coffee shop Coffee Time and just stood for half a minute treating my olfactory senses to the rich aroma of freshly ground coffee.
The guy behind the counter had cocked his head up from the Nintendo he was playing to get my order started. So there was a question mark on his face as I scanned the chalkboard to find a comfort drink. Then it struck me. Hot cocoa!
I asked him if he could whip me up a cup of cocoa, asking twice if there was any coffee involved in the process. He gave a boring sideways glanced and said "No coffee." I felt the vexing urge to explain myself. "I am trying to kick the coffee habit, so just want to make sure there's no coffee whatsoever in my drink."
He nodded, and suggested that I take a medium cup. I said "Sure!"
Coffee Time is half a mile from my apartment, with a single signal light. Trying to distill any kind of soothing effect which coffee fills the nerves with, I gulped down 3/4th of the cocoa before I'd reached home. On the plus side, I am now sleeping like a baby at the stroke of midnight.
