Fucking Coffee
Something weird happened to me yesterday. I woke up with 3 awful pains in my head. For one, the last tooth on which I had a root canal was throbbing - which was very disturbing because I recently paid about $800 to have it worked on and fixed. Another was an extremely sharp pain in my head which seemed to be connected to the dull ache of my tooth. Lastly, I felt like my sinuses were clogged on the side of my head where my tooth was aching. I have no idea how this happened... as for the most part my tooth hasn't been giving me much problem since I had my root canal therapy over two months ago.
I went downstairs to use the bathroom and I guess standing up made the pains in my head more intense because as soon as I got in the bathroom, nausea struck and I vomited. This is how my morning started off. I managed to be able to lay down on the couch and try to get myself together to go make some coffee and start work... but I fell back asleep and slept until 1:30 in the afternoon. Needless to say, because I never did get my morning dose of caffeine I was feeling MUCH worse. I continued to lay in agony with frequent bursts of running to the bathroom to vomit all day and all night. Santino brought me some Saltines and some Ginger Ale but I couldn't even hold those down.
One funny part about last night is that I got so sick of going to the toilet to barf, I decided to start going outside the front door to barf into the flower bed off of the doorstep. Santino told me to try to psychologically conquer the urge to barf, since it was at that point probably bruising my stomach. I was trying to do this, but I still felt the urge to go somewhere that was barf-friendly just in case. I went outside, not realizing a thunderstorm had commenced. So there I am, on hands and knees on my front porch leaning over into the flower bead with rain coming down on me, thunder and wind all around and still trying to fight the urge to barf. I let out a long moan and started crying wildly - and what do you know, I didn't throw up. For some reason the act of letting the purging energy channel into my voice instead of puke seemed to work. What was also sort of interesting was after I started wailing, the wind seemed to reply to my moans by kicking up a few notches.
Anyway, that was the highlight of my day yesterday.
I woke up this morning feeling better. I've decided I am not falling back into the coffee habit ever again. I don't like being so addicted to a substance that I come down with violent migraines when I don't have access to it.
I just bought a book about switching over to a raw food diet and the author claims that caffeine is actually a natural pesticide that the plant produces to repel insects. It is basically a poison that has an effect on the central nervous system. Yesterday proved this to be true. No. more. coffee!
I went downstairs to use the bathroom and I guess standing up made the pains in my head more intense because as soon as I got in the bathroom, nausea struck and I vomited. This is how my morning started off. I managed to be able to lay down on the couch and try to get myself together to go make some coffee and start work... but I fell back asleep and slept until 1:30 in the afternoon. Needless to say, because I never did get my morning dose of caffeine I was feeling MUCH worse. I continued to lay in agony with frequent bursts of running to the bathroom to vomit all day and all night. Santino brought me some Saltines and some Ginger Ale but I couldn't even hold those down.
One funny part about last night is that I got so sick of going to the toilet to barf, I decided to start going outside the front door to barf into the flower bed off of the doorstep. Santino told me to try to psychologically conquer the urge to barf, since it was at that point probably bruising my stomach. I was trying to do this, but I still felt the urge to go somewhere that was barf-friendly just in case. I went outside, not realizing a thunderstorm had commenced. So there I am, on hands and knees on my front porch leaning over into the flower bead with rain coming down on me, thunder and wind all around and still trying to fight the urge to barf. I let out a long moan and started crying wildly - and what do you know, I didn't throw up. For some reason the act of letting the purging energy channel into my voice instead of puke seemed to work. What was also sort of interesting was after I started wailing, the wind seemed to reply to my moans by kicking up a few notches.
Anyway, that was the highlight of my day yesterday.
I woke up this morning feeling better. I've decided I am not falling back into the coffee habit ever again. I don't like being so addicted to a substance that I come down with violent migraines when I don't have access to it.
I just bought a book about switching over to a raw food diet and the author claims that caffeine is actually a natural pesticide that the plant produces to repel insects. It is basically a poison that has an effect on the central nervous system. Yesterday proved this to be true. No. more. coffee!
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