So I’m a little caffeine sensitive. This should come as no surprise to anyone who’s read any of this, or is familiar with my medical history, or has, you know, exposed me to a permanent marker. I like to think that my body is just enthusiastic. It likes to go all in with things.
When I was younger and not a regular caffeine drinker, I used to get absolutely high off of one cup of coffee. I called it “happy juice.” That flood of extra blood to my brain made the whole world a brighter technocolour place. I still get a little of that, which I’m treasuring these days. …Despite the difficulty of trying to plan my day so that everything happens within the span of an hour or two after breakfast.
Anything with caffeine in it is pretty much guaranteed to leave me a dry and shriveled husk afterward, but it’s generally worth it. I actually have to be careful not to drink too much in any given day (like, two drinks rather than one), because I’ll get a bit of a caffeine hangover the day after. Not kidding. Tongue made of cardboard, throat parched, raspy phone sex voice, the whole bit. Warm caffeinated beverages also have the side effect of making me poop. Immediately and dramatically.
(That was fun on the days that I was running late and decided to have my coffee at work. Extreme Poop Challenge!!!)
In the last year there have been periods in which I needed to stop having caffeine temporarily for various medication-related reasons. I’m currently doing tea rather than coffee most mornings, as the perk is definitely more than enough, and it tends not to give me the over-the-top jitters. I am alert, but not quite ALERT. …Which is probably for the best. Anyway, my experimentation has led me to the official and very scientific (and by “very scientific,” I mean that there was both a ruler and calculator in the room with me when making that determination) result that my body is now trained to poop only when I have tea or coffee.
Tea or coffee + ten minutes = dramatic pooping
No tea or coffee + five days = no poop at all
I’m like a Pavlovian experiment, except with less salivation and the occasional need for a fan.
I am generally okay with this so long as nothing comes between me and my tea again, but a few days ago I ran into somewhat of a problem. I was going about my morning routine as usual. Took my pills (which, through a combination of medications and supplements, have now progressed to the level of granny pill organizer. …Or two. It’s epic. We had to clear out a cupboard), had a bit of food, and a mug of Orange Pekoe. Leisurely sauntered at full speed to the bathroom. Er…”painted the toilet.” And then as I was getting up to flush and preparing to go finish my tea, I noticed something small and white floating in the toilet bowl. That pill went right through me. In tact. And with amazing speed.
So of course my first reaction is to Google all manner of things involving pills and poop. …Well, okay, my first reaction was “That’s SO weird! I have to tell my husband!” followed shortly by “I should totally blog about this,” but at least the third or fourth reaction was definitely Google. And lo and behold, I am not the only one passing pills. In fact, it’s apparently becoming a bit of a problem for the New York sewer system. Weird.
Anyway, they all attest that some pills just aren’t as dissolving-friendly as others, which is easy to see with a quick vinegar test. Dang, I think. My pills aren’t dissolvey. Will have to find new ones. I plop a couple different ones in a small glass of vinegar just to confirm. …And don’t they start happily dissolving. Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve, like that’s just their favourite thing in the world.
So now I’m not sure if my stomach fluids are made of milk, or if the coffee really does fire things through me as quickly as it honestly has always seemed to. But I have determined that I’m probably better off taking everything with lunch rather than breakfast, just in case.
Because had I instead chosen to skip the tea this morning, this entry would have been more along the lines of “Eeeeeeeeeenh. Poop pill. Uuuuuuunh.” …Which gives me the overwhelming urge to start up a zombie blog, but would be otherwise uninformative.
Also, how come “shit” and “crap” can both be commonly used to refer to general “stuff,” but poop cannot? Yo, dude. This poop is awesome.
In general news, things are happening, and I feel stuff about it. Er…feel poop about it. Still feeling mostly like crap. Er…poop. I’m fighting the balance of trying to try enough different things to give me a good chance of successful recovery without trying so many things at once that I won’t have any idea what I need to continue with if something happens to work. This is annoying, because to see any one change through to the end takes multiple months. Have gone off my birth control pills. Am taking SAMe. Am redoing the meditation course I took on my own (all ten-weeks-of-hour-every-day of it) and kicking myself now and then for having ever stopped doing the much more manageable 10-15 minute “maintenance” sessions and requiring a full fresh run at it to change my brain pathways again. Am resisting the urge to launch into other forms of treatment, but am probably still doing too much at once anyway. Cannot bring myself to care, as I don’t know that I could tolerate waiting months to see if the birth control makes a difference, followed by months to find a suitable alternative, followed by months to do the meditation, followed by months to investigate the SAMe, followed by… Not happening. I’m trying to time it so that changes in my emotional state will still be as informative as possible, but it’s rather like a really bad science fair project in which I’ve chosen to report on volcanoes and space and mould and salamanders in one large bright cardboard display.
But really, who wouldn’t want to see an experiment involving moldy space salamanders in a volcano? That poop is sick.
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I grew up with allergies to one of the proteins in milk, and a holy adoration of cheese, so I now take diarrhea for granted. When my husband stays home sick because of a bout I’m like “really?”
Thankfully the other kind of poop problem, as a result, has never really reared it’s ugly head.
Except for that one time when I discovered that it *is* possible to eat too many pumpkin seeds…
On the topic of the big “D,” I just tried a lower priced lactose-free milk (thanks, hubby) this week and was sick as a dog. Digestive meltdown. Took that shit back. The milk, I mean.
You guys kill me. Between the post and Wombat (“the milk, I mean”), I’m giggling like a loon here at work.
ok, i love this post. had to get that out first and foremost.
2nd – i am an insta-pooper when it comes to coffee which is why i rarely drink it out of the privacy of my own home/over the toilet bowl.
3rd – i was JUST telling the bee how i need to cut back on my coffee intake bc the other day i was fuckin jitterbugging all over the house after i’d moved onto my 4th, count ‘em, 4TH CUP OF COFFEE. i felt like i was chewing speed i was so peppy and that was NOT a good thing.
4th – i was never such a big coffee drinker before a year ago when i started to get REALLY stressed at work and just generally hating my job. now its the only thing that gets me through my day. before i would drink tea religiously. i have since fallen off that wagon.
5th – i will frequently use the term “that’s the hot poop, yo!” when referring to something being inordinately cool. im not sure if that negates your theory or if it’s just because im from Jersey.
and finally – since we’re on the topic of poop… we were just made aware, after getting a strong wiff of a rotten hard-boiled egg/sulphurous stench permeating throughout my work office, that a sewage line had burst when maintenance was trying to unblock a pipe so the smell that we’re smelling IS actual poop. like gallons of it. flowing freely and wafting through our delicate nostrils like it’s no big thang.
i’ll be here until 5:00.
not breathing.
Since I am mostly incoherent in the mornng and all grumbly and late-running, I have my first cup of coffee at work. I am now an official work-pooper. Thankfully, I work alone.
I have a similar if not a bit more confusing issue with caffeine.
I can consume caffeine in soda form continuously (I think perhaps this is because I have built up an immunity over my lifetime) and experience little to no effect. Same with any and all forms of tea I have tried.
I require exactly one mug of coffee per 24 hour period, said mug must be consumed before 10:30am CST. This is required for any sort of mental, emotional, um…digestive shall we say, social, and/or general physical normalcy.
Any less than exactly one mug and you pretty much have to hit me in the face with the claw side of a hammer to get any sort of reaction out of me, I am simply not available at the moment otherwise. I know this is mental because of the way my brain attempts to detach from my spinal column and explode itself from my cranium so that it might find some source of coffee on its own.
Any MORE than exactly one mug or if said mug is consumed after 10:30am and…it’s like The Exorcist and Gremlins rolled into one movie and it’s 18 hours long. I once made the poor life decision to have an after-dinner coffee at a friend’s house and it almost resulted in a divorce.