Caffeine is an essential part of my daily routine; I would rather endure a physical discomfort than part ways with it. Last week, I put this to the test. Throughout my adult life, I’ve experienced heart palpitations known as PVCs (premature ventricular contractions). These harmless extra beats in my heart tend to increase with various triggers such as excessive alcohol, intense exercise, heightened stress levels, and of course, caffeine.
A few weeks ago, I found myself grappling with several of these stressors. In a moment of poor judgment, I indulged in a large glass of iced tea during a lunch outing with my 5-year-old. We had decided to take a break from our usual responsibilities and enjoy a day filled with fun, including a pedicure at a local salon that generously offers complimentary M&Ms. A word of advice to retailers: skip the expensive marketing campaigns; a bowl of free candy outside your door will do the trick.
As I sat there, enjoying the pampering and munching on chocolate (which has caffeine too), my heart began to misbehave. I experienced PVCs every 20 minutes—something I had never dealt with before. This prompted stress, which in turn caused more PVCs, leading me to eat even more chocolate as a coping mechanism. In that pedicure chair, I learned a couple of unpleasant truths about myself: 1) the harder I tried to stay calm, the more anxious I became, and 2) I have no self-control when it comes to free M&Ms, even if I felt like my heart might give out.
The pedicure was anything but relaxing. The only silver lining was a forthcoming doctor’s appointment. At the sterile office the next day, my physician assured me that my heart was in good condition but advised me to limit caffeine intake, citing it as a major contributor to my PVCs. It felt akin to being told to stop breathing or to cease my fundamental need for food. I left the appointment wondering how to break this news to my family.
Caffeine, along with food and air, forms the trifecta of my existence. Without my beloved stimulant, I transformed into an irritable version of myself, spreading misery to those around me. I found myself resenting kittens, babies, and even the sun, which I felt was conspiring against me. On the first day without caffeine, burdened by a throbbing headache and overwhelming fatigue, I even convinced myself that my heart’s erratic behavior was insignificant in comparison.
Yet, I persevered, largely motivated by the thought of my husband struggling to manage daily routines without my guidance. I held out for six days. My children will likely recount those days to their future therapists. “Doc, I developed a startle reflex during the week my mom tried to survive without her chai tea.”
On the sixth day, like a divine intervention, I realized everyone needed a break, especially me. I craved the warmth of a coffee cup in hand, knowing that a few sips would restore some semblance of normalcy. I acknowledged my caffeine dependency and, surprisingly, I managed to reduce my intake. Since then, I haven’t experienced any PVCs, giving me a glimmer of hope.
While I aim to be responsible about my caffeine consumption, I can’t guarantee that I won’t indulge again. Life is too short to forgo the pleasures we love. Caffeine, I apologize for our recent conflict.
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Summary:
In my week-long journey of abstaining from caffeine due to heart palpitations, I discovered how integral it is to my daily life. The withdrawal transformed me into an irritable version of myself, impacting my mood and interactions. After six challenging days, I realized the importance of moderation and the joy caffeine brings me, ultimately deciding to manage my intake responsibly moving forward.
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