Let me start out by saying that I've known for about four years now that caffeine and my Chiari just aren't friends. Once I figured that out, I've tried to do my best at avoiding at all costs. Until yesterday...
The Boy, some friends, and I decided to have a picnic in the park. We weren't responsible for bringing drinks and ended up with a 12-pack of Coke as our only refreshment. About halfway through the meal, I was absolutely DYING of thirst and decided that I'd risk it and have a Coke. I even jokingly let everyone know that I was making a bad decision ha ha, let's see what happens. I felt fine most of the rest of the day and didn't notice anything until around dinner time. That's when the craziness began. Let's just say that after basically two solid years of no caffeine, 3/4 of a can of coke is the equivalent of one hell of a speed trip. I wasn't in pain, but I became freakazoid woman like you wouldn't believe. I actually had to leave because I was mad at my house. Not at anyone in the house, but the house itself. And then the paranoia/my life sucks part started, in which I complained that I'd never be able to become an astronaut like I'd wanted to my entire life. I stayed up way past my bedtime and ended up crashing just as I pulled the car into the garage.
Lesson learned? Don't be an idiot.
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