This morning I had an MRI done of my brain.  I was completely fine with this appointment, knowing that if I wanted to put an end to my headaches, then we need to rule out everything.  We’ve ruled out medication and chocolate, so let’s get my head scanned.  Fine.  No problem.   I called two weeks ago to schedule the appointment and the woman, who was so very nice, told me that I could not have anything to eat or drink for four hours before my appointment.  I sat there stunned, my heart beginning to beat wildly, I asked "even coffee?"  She politely responded with "No, you moron, honey, no coffee."  So, I began to dread this appointment, this 10am appointment, because how was I going to go that long with out caffeine.  Food?  Fine.  Water?  Okay.  Coffee?  I may die.

All of you non-coffee drinkers may think I’m being dramatic, which is fine, because I don’t trust you anyway, (what kind of non-coffee drinking planet are you from?) but it’s real.  It’s an addiction.  Have mercy on me, okay?

I thought that if the kids would just sleep until 8:30am, I could give them their breakfast, take a shower and run out the door that I wouldn’t even notice the lack of caffeine.  But, they woke up at 7:30.  So, I went into their rooms and tried to be as pleasant as possible.  I kissed and hugged them, tickled them and bit at their terribly cute toes, opened their shades, and I missed my coffee.  Still missing my coffee and just the mere habit of making my morning coffee, I checked my e-mail.  And fed the kids.  And took a shower.  And left.  And hit every red light possible.  I was really missing my coffee, my headache was beginning and my mood was shifting rapidly.  I dropped the kids off at my amazing friend’s house and arrived at the imaging center.  Everything went fine, despite the easy listening station playing in my ears, can you say nightmare?  Luckily the MRI "machine" is so deafening loud that I could barely make out the sounds of Bryan Adams and Ace of Base.  Before I knew it, about an hour later, I was out the door.  I stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts and bought an extra large coffee.  Picked the kids up, stuck around there for awhile and went to Target with Racecar and Ariel. 

After we left Target I decided I should get more caffeine, so we stopped at Starbucks.  I ordered a grande Caramel Mocha.  I paid for my drink and the girl, A.K.A "my most favorite person in the world," said "we accidently made you a caramel macchiato, would Dsc04500
you like this for free, if not, we’ll just throw it away, we are making your caramel mocha now."  Are you asking me if I want a FREE COFFEE FROM STARBUCKS?  Seriously?  You’re asking??  So, there you have it, I drove away with two coffees, I was a happy girl.  Just ask my kids.

Life got even better when I smelled my Caramel Mocha.  And it got even better after I tasted it.  And it only made sense.
CARAMEL + CHOCOLATE + COFFEE = ORGASM IN A CUP.  Who knew you could pull up to a Starbucks and order AN ORGASM?  It was the GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER TASTED IN MY LIFE.  I need more. 

Hours after my MRI,  I am fully recovered from my caffeine withdrawal, in fact, I’m now sluggish and tired and in need of a nap.  I better have more coffee.
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I wrote this post at 2:20 PM, this afternoon.  Since then, I became TERRIBLY ILL.  Some sort of reaction to the dye they injected or the copious amounts of caffeine or the lack of food, I spent a great deal of time on the terlet (toilet) and with a terrible stomachache.  It’s 10:30 PM and I’m still sick as shit.  Not really the best day of my life afterall.  blah.

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I’m just responding to some of the comments.  I have brought up my coffee habit with my doctor, even recently, I’m very honest with him about how much I consume.  He, however, doesn’t feel that the caffeine is the culprit for a few reasons.  First, I drink about 100+ ounces of water, in addition to the coffee, daily.  Secondly, my headaches are not everyday, my coffee habit most certainly is.  Finally, because I have additional pain/pressure while bending over, he doesn’t feel caffeine would cause that.  Luckily, I have given coffee/caffein up in the past, and somehow, I didn’t die, so I knew I would be okay if I had to give it up, but for now, I’m dedicated to my mocha…at least for now.

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