National Geographic's 2005 article titled, "Caffeine
Addiction Is a Mental Disorder, Doctors Say" begins with:
Question: What do heroin addicts who receive a daily dose of methadone have in common with people who feel they cannot function without that morning cup of caffeine?
Question: What do heroin addicts who receive a daily dose of methadone have in common with people who feel they cannot function without that morning cup of caffeine?
Answer: They are tending to their addiction—keeping the
physical devils of drug withdrawal at bay.
Boy, do I know that feeling!
I wasn't a big coffee person, but occasionally I brewed a
pot. I'm the only one in my house that
drinks coffee. I usually only have it
when we have company that drinks it or it's a really cold day and I need a boost
of warmth and caffeine to head out into it.
When Starbucks came out with their bottled cold Mocha
Frappuccino, I gave it a try. Wow! It was like happiness in a bottle. I often compare it to a Yoo-Hoo with a
kick. I can slam these 13.7 ounce
bottles and within thirty minutes, LOOK OUT!
I've cleaned the house from crown moldings to baseboards in two hours
flat.
First I get giggly over the dumbest things, sometimes
laughing until tears are rolling down my face, then a gleam comes to my eye and
I get moving! After the first few
weekends of starting the mornings with my coffee, my husband or son would bring
me one in bed, drop the vacuum in the doorway and run for cover. Literally.
This feeling of euphoria would last for a good five hours
and then I would crash and nap. I
usually nap on the weekends anyway so it wasn't out of the norm, but I slept
better having re-tiled the bathroom or adding flower beds to the yard (from
plain lawn to lavish gardens in a few hours).
It started with needing two coffees a day on the weekends to
keep up that pace. After a while I was needing one
every day to get out of bed. I consciously realized
I was addicted when the weight gain began and I found myself seeking
out places to shop with a Starbucks nearby.
So I went off the coffee cold turkey.
I didn't have the usual symptoms you would associate with
withdrawals. I wasn't shaking or crying,
I wasn't taking up smoking or living in my pajamas. What happened was my brain stopped fully
functioning.
At lunch with my husband, I wanted to contribute to the
conversation. I opened my mouth and out
came, "Uh, well, uh. (pause) OH! Oh
wait, I forgot. (pause) Give me a second. Yeeeoohhhhwwaa.
(pause) What was I saying?"
To which my husband actually shouted, "For the love of
God, go back on the juice!"
I tried brewing my own and that wasn't cutting it. Tried adding flavored creamers. I even brewed some at night, chilled it with
the creamers and tried it over ice in the morning. Then I tried refilling an old bottle trying
to fool my brain. Nothing worked. Then I did start shaking. I just had to have that bottled drink from
the refrigerated shelf at the grocery. Or the convenience store. Or the chain store. Didn't really matter, just give it to me!
I needed that liquid crack.
That happiness in a bottle. Chocolate cocaine. Caffeinated
crazy. That bring-on-the-happy-dance nectar. My Mocha Frappu-cuckoo.
That was a year ago.
So where do I stand now?
Well, let me finish this bottle, give me about thirty minutes, and I'll
let you know...
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