I rarely fall ill. I can say that I can count the number of times I have visited the hospital in the last 15 years, and it's no more than 4 times.
I have always thought that eating well is one of the reasons why I barely fall ill, but is it? Aside from the occasional headaches and tiredness due to stress, that makes me look sick, I rarely fall ill.
Before then, I used to take coffee the way I wanted. I could take it with milk and sweetener but there was a time I was very ill and when I went to home seeing that the illness has accumulated in my body and my mum knowing my undying love for coffee decided to help prepare some.
The reason why she did that herself was that whenever I am ill like that, I always make sure I eat enough food in order to take my meds. In fact, I tend to eat more whenever I am ill, which helps me get better in no time.
But there was something about this particular illness that made it hard for me to get any food down. Just the smell of any food turns my stomach, and I will end up throwing up.
My mum was scared because it was unlike me to not eat while ill so she tried out different meals that she knew I loved, and I ended up not touching any of them, then she knew it was worse than she thought.
My younger sister really enjoyed them because she was just eating different kinds of delicacies while playfully telling me "sorry o", meanwhile devouring meals after meals.
My mum decided to take the final resort, which is to prepare coffee. She got an instant coffee, which has a mixture of milk and sugar. It is usually called a "3-In-one" coffee, and she went on to prepare that, and that worsened the situation as a single sip had me running to the restroom to throw up till I felt so weak.
Then my sister made a suggestion after taking a break from all the food she had been eating. She told my mum to get coffee beans and make a freshly brewed coffee without adding any milk and sweetener.
I remember lying down on the bed, feeling weak. It didn't take long before my nose perceived a heavenly smell, and simultaneously, my stomach groaned, begging for a taste.
I heard the door opened and a freshly brewed coffee was placed before me. I sat up, placing the cup in my hands, I took a sip.
My taste bud tasted it as the taste lingered on it.
I can't describe the calmness that went through my whole body, but I knew I wanted to drink more. So I took another long sip and another, then another.
Like magic, I was feeling very hungry, and I asked for food. My mum was so happy that she quickly dished out the food she had prepared and in no time, and when the food got to me this time around, I was able to eat it that I finished the food and was asking for more. My mum became extra happy as I could see it in her voice.
I was able to eat more, and after some time, I took my meds and slept a long time.
It was that day my mum knew the true healing powers of coffee to me. She decided to also try to take it once in a while, but she always added sweetener to hers.
It didn't take long before I got better and was able to go about my daily activities once again. I think that incident was one of the reasons why I love taking coffee more than before.
Thank you all for reading.