Dear readers, I have figured our why despite all the meds and other morning rituals I felt like a fork had been stabbed in my brain and all hope was lost.
The carefully made mocha this morning, I have just discovered, was but a mere hot chocolate - with the freshly ground coffee still waiting patiently in its canister, aeropress dutifully washed of yesterday's hasty activities but not a second time... I'm not sure how to resolve these heinous vicious cycles where a lack of coffee causes a lack of coffee and therefore the end of the world.
Anyway, the situation is currently being rectified and I remain mortified at this horrific act of self-abuse
I almost never have instant coffee. I make mine with an aeropress. I think it makes sense that my brain was melting down without actual caffeine this morning because a. dependency and b. caffeine can help relieve head pain anyway and c. additional pain/bleargh from neck. Also that time of the month