I don't drink coffee often. At most, I might drink it twice a week. I'm not a coffee junkie and never have been. I've never needed it, not even during my college years, and I have always found alternate means of getting my caffeine fix. The biggest reason why I avoid coffee much of the time is because of its flavor. I've never cared for how coffee tastes. As a general rule in my life, I also tend to avoid hot/warm beverages. So, when I actually consume coffee, it is always cold/iced and I mix in a lot of creamer and cold foam to weaken the coffee flavor.
I last drank an iced coffee, homemade because I refuse to pay the ridiculous prices that Starbucks likes to charge, this past Thursday. As does happen to me from time to time, that coffee ran through me. I sometimes struggle to keep coffee in my system and let me tell you, when it comes out, it COMES out. Every time this happens to me, I tell myself that I'm done with coffee, because the recurring diarrhea is not fun. This has yet to occur, because I keep drinking it. I guess I convince myself that the next time I drink coffee, it will settle much better and life will be okay again. As it stands, there's a strong possibility that I will probably have my next coffee this coming Tuesday. Old habits die hard.
I was out of it this week, especially at work. I was facing some deadlines and for a brief moment there, I didn't think I was going to make them. I may have taken longer than Morie would have liked, but I managed to get everything done and with the quality of work that I am known for turning in. I got my reports submitted in a timely manner and as far as I can tell, everything was approved with flying colors. For the most part, work was okay, but maybe just a little more hectic this week because of that damn deadline. As far as I know, I don't have any such deadlines going into next week. That's just as well, because I hate feeling overly stressed and being scatterbrained all the time. It's just not me and it's definitely a long way from my baseline.
I submitted to another blood draw yesterday, per doctor's orders. This would be my second blood draw in the last six weeks. From what I'm understanding, my initial blood work showed elevated levels of hemoglobin. Doctor wants to see if maybe things have normalized and improved in these last few weeks. We shall see. If my hemoglobin remains high, I could be subject to participating in a sleep study in the next few weeks. In the meantime, I'm nursing a bruise around the vein in my left arm where this blood was drawn. I rarely ever bruise after these blood draws, so just seeing this bruise is bothersome.
Life remains dull. As such, I haven't had much to write about. Maybe when I least expect it, something exciting and thrilling will happen and I'll be able to write about it.
Until then, this'll be the sort of stuff I'll be cranking out. Mundane. Simple. Hardly anything noteworthy.
As I finish up this entry, this is the song currently playing in the background on YouTube.
I always liked Peabo Bryson. I think this is one of his better songs. This one's from 1991, which was just a few years ago.
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