I am an addict. I freely admit it. I need coffee. No, really. I NEED coffee. I wake up each morning with a headache that can only be cured with caffeine. Of course, black coffee is my caffeine of choice. There is nothing better in this world than a fresh brewed cup of cup. It makes me so happy. And gets rid of the headache.
I know, you are telling yourself that lots of people love coffee, so I may not be an addict. My first clue that I am a true addict? When I quit caffeine to get pregnant, it took about 3 weeks of headaches, blinding headaches for me to get off of coffee. I was caffeine free for about a year and a half with my son (6 months to get pregnant, 9 months of holding the child in utero, and 3 months of breastfeeding), except 2 weeks at about the fourth month I was trying to conceive. I knew wasn't pregnant, so I decided I could have one cup of good coffee. The next day, I woke up with a headache. It continued for 2 more weeks. Still not convinced that I am an addict?
After my daughter was born and I was done pumping milk for her, I decided to truly embrace my coffee since it was going to kick me in the head (that and I needed to stay awake). I upped my caffeine consumption to new highs. I ended up in the hospital with heart irregularities due to the increased caffeine consumption. That scared me enough to cut back, but I could not cut out the coffee (as I've been scolded to do by many doctors). If lovely fresh brewed coffee is unavailable, I will sink to drinking the coffee at work. My addiction will make me covet the powered crap the hospitals provide. In short, without coffee, I am at your whim. You can have total control over me if you dangle a cup in front of my eyes.
Am I alone?