Hello. My name is Steve Ransom, and I am still a drug addict. It has been 25 minutes since my last drink. Yes, I confess, after 30 days clean, without a drop, I decided that it was time to find out what happens when I finally have coffee again. Today, is Consumption Day.
As announced last week, the Ransomology About page needs work. Foolishly, I sought input from some seasoned bloggers before writing About versions 1 to 97, and was given the dubious advice that no matter what happens, it must be short. Well intentioned I’m sure, but it turns out that this is total crap. It doesn’t have to be short at all – what it has to be good! Continue reading →
I think I may have declared victory against my coffee addiction a liiiittle early (on day 6). It’s now over three weeks since I quit coffee. 23 days to be precise. This morning, sitting in the cafe, the guy next to me receives what I know is a hideous tasting cup of Indonesian swill coffee1, but as soon as I smelled it I felt great sadness and craving. Continue reading →
It is now day 6 with no coffee. I realise it’s been a while between posts, but since my last at the 72 hour mark, there has been little to report except a gradual decrease in the physical symptoms; that is, I have gradually become less tired, my body has become less sore, and I have started feeling less despondent. Continue reading →
It has now been 72 hours since I quit coffee. Today, I’m happy to report, has been better than yesterday. I’m still tired. Still slept for two hours after breakfast, but I did raise the energy to exercise twice today. The dysphoria has reduced to a low-grade despondency. I’m beginning to think that the worst of it may be over, Continue reading →
It is now 48 hours since I quit coffee. I feel dreadful. Zero energy, and my eyes are heavy; falling down heavy. I can barely keep them open. I just want to crawl into bed. Writing about it is the last thing I want to do. I decided to leave the house this morning and go to the local cafe for tea and breakfast. The lady sitting next to me ordered a giant cup of coffee of course. Continue reading →
Well…it’s now about 5pm, 7 hours or more past the time I would normally have finished my coffees (I always have 2) for the day. I think that ‘dysphoric’, surprisingly, is a very good descriptor for what I’m feeling right now. ‘Like shit’ would also cover it. Tired, with a surprisingly mild but constant headache. And blue. Low. Despondent. Short on inspiration, short on patience. Absolutely no desire to talk to or see anyone.