Coffee Hates Me
So yesterday I went to the clinic.
“So why are you here?” the doctor asked me once I was seated in front of him.
“For two things,” I responded matter of factly. “One, I got heartburn, right after I drank coffee this afternoon.”
He asked me if it was after food and after I responded to his queries on specifics, I continued.
“Two, I got burned a few days ago and the blister burst this morning.” I gingerly rolled up the hem of my skirt to show the angry red patch on my thigh.
“That’s a second degree burn. Looks like a few days old,” he observed. “How did it happen? Iron?” he guessed.
“No, I spilled boiling coffee on myself last Thursday,” I explained.
“Coffee?” he remarked. “Again?”
“Maybe I should avoid coffee,” I suddenly realized. 😅
