Doctor Hertwig said that I should cut down on caffeine, and so like the extremist I am, I go cold turkey the next day, which is today… I think. The truth is my head hurts worse right now since, well, since the last time I tried to stop cold turkey. It hurts to think. It hurts to hear someone whistle. It even hurts to write a blog post. Oh, the horror! This is what I imagine a hangover would be like.
When I walked into Tim’s and ordered a decaf for the first time ever I had myself all convinced that this caffeine withdrawl thing was purely psychological. I was not going to get a headache because I was not addicted to caffeine. Coffee is just a pleasurable morning ritual, and one surely needed on cold Canadian winter mornings. I was wrong.
Near 4:00PM the Advil is finally taking the edge off the pain but the top of my head is still numb and making facial gestures, like a huge smile, seems to hurt the tips of my cheeks. And I didn’t even know my cheeks had tips. When I turn my head quickly, my eyes follow but not as quickly as my head turns. Picture it: my head turns right and stops, my eyes are still moving from the left slowly, then they stop and focus.
My lesson for Day 1: when the doctor says cut down on caffeine, switch from a large regular to a medium.
