Mud…Mine and my friends name for coffee that I make due to the fact that because my Scandinavian background I am used to making coffee strong enough to keep the spoon standing up unassisted. I am used to it being this strong and I learned to drink from my grandparents and mother with coffee and creamer. Coffee brewing first thing in the morning is one of my favorite smells. I spent my first five years living mostly with my grandparents because my mother was either too ill or too stoned on Valium to care for me. I remember as a little girl waking up to that smell each day because my grandfather was up at 5:30 like clockwork every day and he made it first thing. I would sneak drinks when I was little and was allowed to finally start drinking it when I was in high school. i think that my mom thought it was a lost cause to continue to fight that battle.
I know that drinking caffeine is always discouraged by the psychiatrists because it is supposed to interfere with your psychotropic medications. However, I have drank it throughout my day all day for a long time and still sleep lately with my meds most of the time (at least since being on my most recent combo of meds). I usually don’t drink coffee though after a certain point in the afternoon because it used to keep me awake. Now a days I am able to fall asleep at least with my meds for at least a couple of hours unless triggered by some past traumatic event and having body memories or flash back backs or night mares. I have a hard time getting after my clients on the caffeine issue when I drink so much of it. “Hello Pot. My name is Kettle.” I hate being a hypocrite.
So I sit with my large cup of mud, enjoying the morning. Hope you are, too!
W.L.
