I woke up this morning with a faint headache. Perhaps the worst of withdrawal was over and it would be plain sailing from here on? Alas, I hoped too soon. By this afternoon the dull ache had intensified and engulfed the back of my head.
Despite taking painkillers throughout the day, the pain has not eased – or rather the thoughts of Diet Coke running through my mind have not eased. My subconscious is painfully aware that a sip of the black stuff is the only medicine that can alleviate my pain; and takes every opportunity available to remind me of this unarguable fact.
It is incredibly difficult to concentrate on anything else and I am seeing illusions of Diet Coke everywhere. Or at least I thought I was until LSFOADCA (Long Suffering Fiancé of a Diet Coke Addict) admitted that she had built a tower out of all the remaining empty Diet Coke cans in the house, for fun…
Perhaps it’ll get better when I go back to work tomorrow… 😥
Diary of a Diet Coke Addict 