I used to drink between 4 and 6 litres of sugary carbonated cold drink every single day. A whole 2 litre bottle would be at my bedside, and during the night I’d finish it.
I’ve reduced that insanity, and a couple of months ago, stopped drinking carbonated drinks altogether.
To be fair, I haven’t been overly zealous about it, and here and there, I’ve snuck a can in. Just today I mentioned that for the most part, these cheat drinks were just a whole lot of disappointment – the tantalizing ice-cold sweet delight just really hasn’t been any of that.
Tonight, though, I had some fried chicken take out – and well, you have to have ice cold cola with that, right? That’s how the universe works. It’s the natural order of things.
I had a litre of cola right before bedtime.
It’s now 4:43am and I’ve spent the whole night in a restless frenzy. I’m dizzy and my heart is racing and I am breathing fast and shallow, making the dizzy more so. It feels like I am having an anxiety attack. I feels like I have taken too much cocaine – I remember this feeling well. How is it possible that an over-the-counter soft drink we give our kids has the same effect as a Class A narcotic? This is INSANE!
Meanwhile…the ceiling patrol continues and my pulse rushes on towards sunrise.
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