Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
As you might imagine, after being so ill last week I had a very, very quiet weekend. I slept, took flu medication, sat gazing into space for long periods of time . . . and then slept some more. And I drank tea. Pots and pots of tea . . .
These days I drink mostly green tea. For years and years I drank ‘normal’ tea (that is black tea with milk) and wouldn’t have thought to drink anything else. Both my parents being English, tea was a daily staple and a cure-all for everything. (The British consume over 60 billion cups of tea per year. That sounds a lot—around 900 cups a year for every man, woman and child in Great Britain—but when you break it down that’s only 2.465 cups each per day. Pfffttt. Easy peasy. I can do that before leaving for work in the morning.)
I can’t remember now when I switched over to drinking green tea, although I probably made the switch because I became convinced green tea was going to be somehow better for me (anti-oxidants and all that jazz. Or perhaps I just kept forgetting to buy milk to put in my regular tea . . . ) Whatever the reason, once I switched over I never went back to my ‘English Breakfast’—which is a bit surprising because green tea is definitely an ‘acquired taste’ (my friend Pam says it is like drinking lawn clippings) and I remember I didn’t really like it all that much at first.
But perseverance is a wonderful thing and slowly I became accustomed to it and now am quite happy with my healthier choice. (The same thing happened when I decided to switch from white wine to to red. Red wine is also supposed to be a healthier option—and I was drinking far too much white. My logic was sound. I didn’t like red wine very much, therefore I was bound to drink less of it. Right? Well, that didn’t quite work out the way I thought it would, (there are some seriously nice reds out there) but, on the plus side, I am drinking a lot less white . . . )
Anyway, during one of those flu-medicated-gazing-into-space-tea-sipping moments last weekend I did stop to wonder—how much tea is too much? Seems I remembered (way way back in the fevered recesses of my mind) that I once read that drinking too much green tea can cause hallucinations? Could that be right? Should I be worried?
Nah. I decided I really didn’t have the energy to fret about it. Any green-tea-inspired hallucination was going to have to duke it out with my industrial strength flu-medication . . . and I would just sit back (cuppa in hand) and enjoy the show . . .