Betrayal, Part Deux

I'm undermining the premise of this blog once again. I haven't had a sip of coffee in more than a week, which is about two decades in caffeine addict years. Almost two weeks ago, I was taken ill by the worst bout of influenza I've had in five years. I couldn't eat for three days, let alone drink coffee. Which means on top of the fever, chills, coughs and excruciating bodily pain, I had a splitting headache from caffeine withdrawal. Yes people, I suffer withdrawal symptoms when I don't drink enough coffee. I said I'm an addict.
So when the plague passed, I didn't pick up the coffee again. It's always refreshing to drop caffeine. I can go to bed at 11 and get up at 6:30 and not feel exhausted. I don't crash at 3 p.m. when the caffeine levels in my bloodstream dip to dangerous levels after a morning of slurping cup after cup. I'm not so irritable. In so many ways, my life is better without coffee.
The bad part is, I've had a nagging headache for almost two weeks. So I know I'll go back to that sweet, sweet nectar sooner or later.