Oh dear sweetness I need some coffee. I am on day three of absolutely no coffee. No coffee. It's like they are trying to kill me. It isn't enough that I can't have anything with dairy, soy, sugar, meat, or gluten in it? Must they take away coffee? Well, yes, they must. If only my adrenal glands worked correctly, or better yet, at all!
The worst part is that a co-worker, who is not privy to the treatment I am undergoing nor the new diet restrictions I am under, brought a bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups for me. RPBC are my all time favorite! I almost cried when he proudly set the bag on my desk. I squeaked out a weak, "Thanks," but couldn't bring myself to tell him I can't eat them EVER again. Ever. Again. Ever.
I really can't ever eat Reese's Peanut Butter Cups ever again or drink caffeine. Ever again.
If someone handed me a bag of coffee beans right now I'd chew them up and I would LIKE it. Oh dear sweetness I need coffee. Did I already say that?
Day One and Two weren't terrible. I was feeling competitive with myself. I smuggly walked past my coffee maker, past the bags of coffee my boyfriend's parents brought home from Hawaii for me, and I didn't even pick up my coffee mug at work. I had a horrendous headache but I'm used to headaches and migraines, so no big deal. Day Three, though, I found myself standing in front of the coffee maker, mug in hand, staring at the beautiful brown liquid streaming into the pot. I took in the wonderful aroma and thought, "Just 1/3 of a cup? I could do it and no one would know." Suddenly, one of the executives walked into the break room and, before I could comprehend what was happening, swiped the mug from my hand, ran for his life, and yelled, "Don't even think about it!"
Gosh, I love the people I work for.
If only this headache would go away and hot, decaffeinated tea would bring me the same joy as a hot, black, dark roast, cup of coffee does.
I'm halfway through day three!