I'll take it. Thanks.
9:42 a.m. CDT 20170904. It's been a few days since I tried my protein coffee. I gave it another shot this morning. I think that's the last shot I'll be giving it. It's given me an upset stomach. I hadn't eaten anything, but that usually doesn't make a difference with coffee, protein or not. And, stubborn-assed me, I'm not going to give it the courtesy of a Zofran or a Phenergan. It can sit down there and grumble all it wants—I'm not giving in. All you're getting is a simethicone gel-cap, jerk.
Can you tell my mood is less than optimal? I don't know why. Could be the proximity to my grandmother's funeral. Could also be the footnote that my sister added to the funeral announcement that I saw after sending flowers (and after making pleas here) about, "In lieu of flowers, send donations to ...." Well, by God, she's my grandmother, and if I can't be at her funeral, then there's going to be some sort of physical presence from me (and @The Old Hack and anyone else who sent something—thank you!) there for her service!
But I digress.
Mrs. Prof has been trying to treat my depression with varying forms of chocolate. A shake, pudding, and most recently, brownies from Pizza Hut. I'm going to let her have the last brownie, just for her being nice. Gotta say it's perked me up a little bit, as long as I don't invoke a Zofran emergency. Earlier, I would have just brooded about the above two paragraph topics. With some theobromine in my system, I'm able to properly vent in the right directions.
I think I'm going to go and get a regular cup of coffee now and see how my stomach handles it.
EDIT: Regular coffee helped tremendously. Going back to toss the protein mix in the trash.