"C" Is for Coffee ... That's Good Enough for Me!!

Ode to Coffee (and Bertha) … by Jennifer Samson

Oh elixir of the gods, you warm me
You greet me each morning with an abundance of spunk
Your rich bitterness soothes my soul
You keep me moving and put junk in my trunk.

Your odiferous wafts reach out to me in bed
You help me put one foot in front of the other
You organize my thoughts and calm my mind
Why can’t you do that to my brother?

Oh elixir of the gods, you inspire me
Most days it hurts to move and still you beckon
I will walk thru fire to get to you, you stud
I would collapse and die without you, I reckon!!


There you have it!!  Being an RSDer automatically means that my motivation sucks!!  I don’t want to move because moving hurts, dammit.  The ultra strong coffee (caffeine) that Bertha dispenses every day is pretty much the only thing that keeps me moving.  My friends that have joined me for a cup or two of this thick, dark, warming liquid have created a term for how they leave my house.  They leave “Marty’d”.  As in Marty Feldman from Young Frankenstein, with their eyes bulging and twitching.  I drink 2-4 pots of that eye tweaker a day, what are they bitching about??

I punished my last coffee pot, Bessie, for almost 9 years.  I can only hope that Bertha lives up to the legacy of her predecessor.

Each and every coffee shop that I’ve been to prides themselves on their roasts.  I pride myself on the strength!!  Even their regular bold roasts are too weak for me … Make mine an extra large Americano with an extra shot and room for extra cream please!!!!!  Or let me go back home and brew my own … 1 heaping cup of grounds for 12 cups of startlingly smooth caffeinated joy.  If my tummy and I are quarreling (it happens more than I care to admit), I will switch to chai with a shot of espresso.  Whatever the drink, the goal is the same … caffeine!!

The down side to ingesting this much caffeine are what I call “the hippy-hippy shakes” … also known as dystonia.  (another really fun side effect of RSD … ugh)  I get the shakes even without the coffee but, in all honesty, the caffeine does not help.  Those are the days I only have 2 pots.  Hey, I still need to function, don’t I??

I am a battle-picker.  I pick the daily battles that I know I can win and set attainable and challenging goals for myself throughout the week.  It builds my self-confidence and independence.  It’s always a struggle but that enriched cup of heaven keeps me motoring right along towards the achievement of said goals.  (It’s the only thing keeping me typing right now.)

Lemme sum up … COFFEE IS GOOD!!!  … nuff said!!