Bushwacking

Recently, I went bushwhacking. Over ten years ago, long before the four lane commuter expressway punched its way through Gatineau Park, a trail wound from boulevard Raymond, crossed a sandy tableland, then passed half a mile thorough dark woods, before it emerged in daylight, bridged a small creek, and connected with the major north-south cycle path.
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Sense of Taste

I have a single large, almost bottomless, ceramic mug that is used for drinking coffee, primarily decaf.

When working for Gargantua on the overnight shift, I would brew a fresh pot of coffee on arrival at work and drink almost all of it before midnight. Each night I consumed a minimum of four large cups of strong coffee without experiencing any form of adverse effect. After the accident, I found that ingesting any amount of caffeine triggered large skin blisters at various locations on my body. The primary wound site was on my left forearm.
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