Some time ago, while I was working as a pizza delivery guy, I tried to give up caffeine. Within 48 hours, I had a raging migraine, couldn't focus on anything, and felt like throwing up. It was all I could do to keep from curling up on the floor in the fetal position and rocking back and forth until the darkness came.
Let's back this story up and get a bit of context.
When I was a young child, my grandmother thought it was just the cutest thing that when she would spoon-feed me black coffee, I would drink it. Apparently I liked it. So, whenever she would see me - which was pretty regularly when she babysat me as a child - she would sit me on her lap and spoon feed me coffee.
It didn't take long before I was begging for sips of my father's coffee, and I became a coffee drinker of my own accord before I can remember, ordering it at restaurants and having it at home whenever I could. For the last several years, coffee has been my primary source of fluid intake - often it is the only thing I drink all day. Why would you drink water when you could have coffee?
You might be thinking at this point, "How is this man still alive? Shouldn't he have died of dehydration?" Well, perhaps that's a lesson for another time on how popular science has failed us. But it is also something that I have wondered on occasion.
So about a year ago, while I was delivering pizza for a living, I thought I would try to give it up. I figured that my caffeine addiction was probably not healthy, and I might benefit from trying to break it. The experience left me, as outlined above, broken and helpless.
And now I'm trying again!
I gave up my (hopefully former) lifeblood nearly 48 hours ago, and have so far suffered only mild headaches and lack of concentration. We'll see how the next 24 hours go. Stay tuned for a possible post in which I type random numbers and letters because I can do no more than bash my aching head against the keyboard in agony.
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