Reading Dr Grumpy today reminded Pharmacy Chick of a couple of stories I thought I might share with you. In her normal state PC is a rather in-control reserved individual. Not one to get over excited about anything she can sometimes be best described as “stoic” .
Twenty years ago, paying for a cup of coffee generally meant you had to go to a restaurant, sit down, and the waitress brought you “a cup of coffee”. Your options included sugar and cream. Being a Coke drinker, I preferred my caffeine to be cold and carbonated. Back then however, I didn’t drink too much soda. (this matters later in the story) However the pharmacist I worked with loved her coffee. Coincidentally, her increasing love of the beverage coincided with the opening of a “designer coffee shop”, a cafe that sold coffee drinks only IN OUR MALL…the most wellknown is Starbucks now, but the one that opened in the mall where WE worked was named something else. It predated Starbucks in our area.
We only worked together one day a week, but every time we did, she had to make a coffee run at some point in the day. She was particularily fond of Mocha beverages…. One day she decided I needed to try it and offered to buy me an “espresso”…whatever the heck that was (I was coffee naive’). I said “sure” and she presented me with a Mocha beverage that she called “venti”. I called it a PAIL of coffee. The only thing I asked of her was to get lots of chocolate.
It was yummy and I sucked it down pretty quick. I liked that coffee chocolate combo.
Then it happened….
Somebody had electrified my body…it was as if I had taken 12 Sudafed tablets, and then stuck my finger in an electrical outlet. “What in the heck was in that drink?” I asked Lauren. “Espresso!”. I was ignorant… “What exactly is it and how much did you put into it?” At the time I didnt’ drink that much caffeine. On this day I had just ingested about three hundred milligrams of the stimulant. In fact if you stood right next to me that day I am pretty sure that you would hear my body hum and crackle like it was a power line.
I couldn’t stand it. I was nutso and all Lauren could do was laugh at me as I went nuclear for about 4 hours.
I learned my lesson…ask for decaffeinated.
Fast forward now 20 years. My tech loves Rockstar beverages. By now I sip on a Coke almost daily. One Coke lasts me most of the day because I don’t guzzle it. One day I asked my tech what the Rockstar tasted like. She gave me a taste and I thought it was yummy. I scored on of my very own. Fruity and sweet, it was a tasty treat. It was also loaded with almost 200mg of caffeine…something I didn’t realize until it was too late. My little coke has about 35 mg.
History repeated itself. About 20 minutes into it, I was on fire. Tech Extraordinare thought it was hilarious. “Here, let me empty the garbage, check that prescription, answer the phone, re arrange the pharmacy, put the order away, file those papers, counsel that patient ALL RIGHT NOW!andwhileyouareatitpeelmeofftheceilingplease!
No wonder she is so efficient.
When I finally decended to earth I told her if I EVER considered drinking another Rock Star to beat me until some sense returned.
She laughed and said she may just slip me another one just “to watch the show”.
She is cruel.