Shocking: I Haven't Had A Coffee In 41 Days!

Staring out the hospital window at the world below.

For everyone who knows me and my love for all things coffee, this might come as a serious shock, but yes you read that right, I haven't had a single drop of coffee in 41 days and I can't say I really miss my favourite beverage. I get the one or other odd craving for a cup of the hot black stuff but it so far it hasn't been strong enough to actually make me brew a cup.

I had my last cup of coffee sometime in the afternoon of the 31st of October 2015, the day before my first surgery. I still vividly remember that cup of coffee... I got it from a coffee shop near the hospital. After all the pre-surgery tests were done, I wandered off to the nearby pedestrian street to get some water and bread for after the surgery and when I passed a coffee shop I couldn't really resist the pull of a nice, hot cup of coffee, which I then carried back to my hospital room and enjoyed in silence while patiently waiting for my doc to come by and check in on me. I still remember thinking that I finished it way too soon and for a while I contemplated getting another one but dismissed the idea when I remembered that I'd asked for a sleeping pill to help me get a good night's rest. The last time I had surgery, the doctor told me I could have one but instead of asking the nurses for one I spend the whole night tossing and turning. This time around I was a little smarter.

After the surgery I didn't feel like drinking anything but water, soup or yoghurt and after a week of recovery it was time for my second surgery. After the second surgery I was even less interested in coffee than following the first surgery. Dr Z is now fairly certain that I'm Chinese, which I don't really understand because I've plenty of Chinese friends who like drinking coffee... I have however learned not to argue with a doctor's logic!

I've been to a few coffee shops since my release from hospital and while I still enjoy the scent of freshly roasted coffee beans wafting through the air, I just don't feel like drinking any coffee. I'm quite happy with my assortments of tea. I have some delicious Chai tea at home, which I brought back from Germany in January, and I also have a ton of excellent green tea, courtesy of a good friend. 

A couple of days ago I stumbled across this article about a guy who hasn't had a drop of alcohol or coffee in 15 months and although I, at this point in time, highly doubt that I'll last as long as the guy in the article, I've sworn myself to stay away from coffee until the new year. Alcohol doesn't agree with me anyway and usually ends with me on a stretcher in the ER, so I don't miss that. Anyway, I'm not much of a party animal, never really was.

When I told dad about my coffee abstinence he told me that I'm insane and that coffee, enjoyed in moderation, is actually quite healthy. I kindly thanked him for the lesson and reminded him that I'm well aware of that fact but that I presently simply don't feel like drinking coffee. This my dad could understand even less. He now blames my coffee abstinence on the fact that I'm currently residing in the land of tea.

While I'm enjoying my new little challenge, my new favourite drink of choice is a Black Tea Latte, naturally a Starbucks beverage. I usually order it with soy milk and without sugar. It's basically just black tea with loads of milk so we can just call it a milk tea, really.

How long do you think I will last in my quest to escape the pull of coffee?