Now, for those who don't know me, I rely on caffeine to function. Without my morning cup of coffee, I frequently spiral into a mushy ball of migraine-based misery.
So I decided it MIGHT be in my best interest to take a week off of caffeine, to lessen the caffeine dependency. It was a very rough week.
Day 1:
Surprisingly, my first day of caffeine-free existing went surprisingly painlessly. I found myself headache-free and happy all day long, even at work.
Day 2:
No exaggeration. My entire day was spent testing the limitations on how much ibuprofen I can take before I become more painkiller than a person. My head was throbbing. It felt like I was being brutally stabbed in the head by some psychopathic fiend. It went so far to make me slightly queasy for the first couple hours after waking up.
Day 3:
The headache from the previous day carried over from the day before, though it seemed more tolerable today. Still would have been better with coffee.
Day 4:
No caffeine does not bode well for opening shifts. I woke up far too early and spent the rest of my day trying not to fall asleep.
Day 5:
I continued to be exhausted all of this day as well, but in addition to the exhaustion, I also had immense stomach pains.
Day 6:
This day was almost as pleasant as day one. There was a minor headache, but otherwise, it was relatively smooth sailing. And the joy of knowing my caffeine free nightmare was almost at an end kept me going.
Day 7:
This was 100% awful. Stomach issues, mondo headaches, and nauseousness became well acquainted with mild dizziness and major exhaustion. However, none of these could lessen my joy at knowing that I ended my caffeine boycott.
Summary:
I am nothing without my caffeine, and I never plan to give it up again. This week was the hardest week of my life. On the bright side, my first cup of coffee after this horrendous boycott tasted so delicious... So I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder?