I had to visit my GP yesterday, who recommended I get some blood tests. But this required me to fast overnight before going back in this morning to have the precious blood ripped from my veins.
Fasting while sleeping is easy – even for me! – but not being able to have any coffee as soon as I woke up this morning was more than a chore. I had to survive a window of 0630 to 0830 without caffeine and I honestly can’t remember the last time I had to do this.
It was tough and illustrated just how much I rely on coffee to kick-start my brain of a morning. Having epilepsy, needing epilepsy meds and the resulting regular sleep disturbance mean I’m not a morning person to begin with. But strip out caffeine and I’m a mess. A slurring, rambling zombie-life mess.
I’m pretty sure the reception staff at the surgery thought I was either a) on drugs or b) in need of drugs when I went in at 8am this morning. Slightly slurred speech and an inability to focus my eyes on them left me looking pretty shook up. This wasn’t helped by the fact I couldn’t answer their oh-so-tricky question “When did you book this appointment?”. It was , of course, yesterday morning.
On a positive note, it seems that my dulled senses meant I didn’t even feel the needle going in and that by 0830, I had a hot coffee in my hand, courtesy of @FrankDJS who knew how much I
wanted needed one.
I’m on coffee number two now and my body has returned to its usual Saturday morning status. I’m alert, awake and feeling great. All of which illustrates how much I’m addicted to caffeine.
And I have no intention of addressing this – mostly because I have so few vices in life (honestly) and coffee brings me so much pleasure. I just live in dread of a coffee market crisis and coffee rationing. Hopefully it will never come to that, but if it does, you just know I’ll be all over the coffee black market.